To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl!
Strays o’er the meads where daisies blow,
Or, ling’ring where the brooklets purl,
Laves in the cool, refreshing flow.
To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host
Of amorous suitors in her train,
Comes like a goddess forth to coast
Or skate upon the frozen main.
To-day, sweet posies mark her track,
While birds sing gayly in the trees;
To-morrow morn, her sealskin sack
Defies the piping polar breeze.
So Doris is to-day enthused
By Thisbe’s soft, responsive sighs,
And on the morrow is confused
By Thisbe’s cold, repellent eyes.
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