Pine, Rose and Fleur de Lis

by Susie Frances Harrison


 

LES CHANTIERS


 

For know, my girl, there is always the axe
       Ready at hand in this latitude,
And how it stings and bites and hacks

When Alphonse the sturdy trees attacks!
       So fear, child, to cross him, or play the prude,

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For know, my girl, there is always the axe.

See! it shines even now as his hands relax
       Their grip with a dread desire imbu’d,
And how it stings and bites and hacks,

And how it rips and cuts and cracks

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       —Perhaps—in his brain as the foe is pursu’d,
For know, my girl, there is always the axe.

The giant boles in the forest tracks
       Stagger, soul-smitten, when afar it is view’d,
And how it stings and bites and hacks!

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Then how, Madelon, should its fearful thwacks
       A slender lad like your own elude?
For know, my girl, there is always the axe,
And how it stings! and bites! and hacks!
 

 


 

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