THE OLD MAID.
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THE OLD MAID.
Like a .ree that hath no fruit.
Nor solitary shoe.


Stands she there,
An ugly maid. starched and stalled.
Wrinkied cheeks and teeth decayed,


And grey heir.
Yet the figure lank and long.
Was the theme of many song,


Long ago:
And her voice was like the note
Of the bird of sweetest throat,


That you know.
Now, she has a speckled nose.
And around her eyes the crows


Feet are seen.
And her thin lips pucker in
Just as she'd eating been.


Simmons green.
Likea shrivel apple now.
She hangs upon bough


Of life's tree, bare,
Though all can plainly see
That she had rather be


Like FEAR.
Her voice when she is speaking,
Like rusty hing's creaking.


Crates the ear
Those fingers once so white,
Like the talons of kite.


Now appear.
No longer do the beaux,
Thro' the rain and thro' the snow,


To her flock
In her comfortless abode,
She is lonely as toad


In his rock.
Hating routs and parties, she
Takes 10 scandal and to tea,


And her cat
Goes to church and evening prayers
Is the head of Ladies Fairs


And all that.
She would almost give her nose
For the meanes: of the beaux,


Once rejected
Maiden coyness all aloof.
She would take him at-frst proof,


Unsuspected.