MY FANCY

PE WANT to be a gypsy,
A brown-skinned, dark-eyed gypsy,

And wear my scarlet earrings
Scarlet smile.

And when the lilting guitar plays
I dance; my gay skirt swirls and sways,
My golden spangles glisten ©

All the while.

I want to be a gypsy,
A raving, laughing gypsy,
And I think that I could do it

With a style.
EDITH TWEEDIE.

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SEA TREASURES

HE tide is out—a long way out.
On the wet sand I see

Small children play.
They find queer things—exciting things
Not found when tide is high.
They dash about and call
I hear their childish voices—
High pitched, excited by discovery
Of tender crabs, a tinted shell,
A bunch of seaweed, salty smell
And furrows down the sand
Made by receding waters.
The waves roll in—
They spoil the fun,
But there’s no need for sorrow—
For they will find more mystery

At turn of tide to-morrow.
ANONYMOUS.

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