The Winged Beetle

65 TELEPATHY (His thought.) FROM gloomy London oversea My lady sends a letter. My credit’s gone : the Deity May write me down a debtor, For I had thought that I was free— I find I have a fetter ! (Her thought.) Yea ; must some god announce afresh No more they are twain ; they are one flesh ? ” For here I sit and laugh and smoke And play with youth and pleasure ; Life is a dream, and death a joke, And love a thing of leisure— The dance is done, the spell is broke, And marred the merry measure ! Yea ; my small kiss is somehow worth The love of all the boys on earth ! The shy sweet smiles, the tender eyes And bodies slim that woo me ;