A Paraphrase [How Happens It, My Cruel Miss]

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Title:     A Paraphrase [How Happens It, My Cruel Miss]
Author: Eugene Field [More Titles by Field]

How happens it, my cruel miss,
You're always giving me the mitten?
You seem to have forgotten this:
That you no longer are a kitten!

A woman that has reached the years
Of that which people call discretion
Should put aside all childish fears
And see in courtship no transgression.

A mother's solace may be sweet,
But Hymen's tenderness is sweeter,
And though all virile love be meet,
You'll find the poet's love is metre.

[The end]
Eugene Field's poem: Paraphrase [How Happens It, My Cruel Miss]

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