The fire-light flickers to and fro:

In you I see

The winsome child I used to know—

My little Maiden of Romance

Still whirling in your Shadow Dance.

Though woman-grown,

To my unreconciled surprise

I gladly own

The same light lies within your eyes—

The same sweet candour which beguiled

Your rhymster when you were a child.

And so I come,

With limping verse to you again,

Amid the hum

Of that young world wherein you reign—

Only a moment to appear

And say: "Your rhymster loves you, dear."

R. W. C.

PREFACE

Always animated by a desire to contribute in a small way toward scientific investigation, the author offers this humble volume to a more serious audience than he has so far ventured to address.

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