Gargoyles

THE JILT. *S WHo is that slinkard moping down the street, That youth—scarce thirty—bowed like sixty?” ** Oh, A woman jilted him.” ‘‘ Absurd!” ‘* Conceit! Some youths take life—are Puritans, you know!” I heard it, sitting in the window—glowed, Rushed to my wife and kissed her. Lithe and young The rapture of some ardent madness flowed ; And—by-and-by—its miracle found tongue. Guess, guess the secret why I burn for you These years so cold to woman as I was! Guess why your laugh, your kiss, your touch run through My body, as it were a tunéd glass! 74