Rain Beau...

A Kiss in the Rain

One stormy morn I chanced to meet
    A lassie in the town;
Her locks were like the ripened wheat,
    Her laughing eyes were brown.
I watched her as she tripped along
    Till madness filled my brain,
And then--and then--I know 'twas wrong--
    I kissed her in the rain!

With rain-drops shining on her cheek,
    Like dew-drops on a rose,
The little lassie strove to speak
    My boldness to oppose;
She strove in vain, and quivering
    Her fingers stole in mine;
And then the birds began to sing,
    The sun began to shine.

Oh, let the clouds grow dark above,
    My heart is light below;
'Tis always summer when we love,
    However winds may blow;
And I'm as proud as any prince,
    All honors I disdain:
She says I am her rain beau since
    I kissed her in the rain.

                         Samuel Minturn Peck.

The Incling - A Nonsense Poem

There was an Incling
on a Nod
which throught of Bean
and pickled Clod.

And so the Nod did say
to Mit,
"Make now a pickled
Clod-Bean Sit!"

The Sit was done
and so begun
the clunch and clobber
of the Mun.

And then the Mun did say,
"'Tis fin!"
To Nod and Mit
and Hairy Chin.

Forthwith, the Incling shook
the Nod,
and gave a toast
to Pickled Clod.