This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1919. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... SECOND NIGHT In Volkston The hollyhocks in the garden grow, As tall as soldiers all in a row, But there's none so tall and none so fair As my sweet love with her golden hair. Torrily-orrily-orrilly-O, The hollyhocks in the garden grow. The fiddlers bob in the parlor gay, And the grand piano's a thing to play; But there's naught so sweet in the world to hear As my love's laugh in a hungry ear. Squee-diddle-diddle the fiddles they go, The hollyhocks in the garden grow: zA grand piano's a plum to hear, But her laugh "frould cockle a bedesman s ear. Cakes and wine when the dancers rest, And a goose-down pillow for every guest; But I love my love and her way somewhat, With her wheatsheaf hair in a frowsy knot; -- rRound and round the dancers go, The hollyhocks in the garden grow. zA gray-goose pillow for every guest, But a pillow for me on her breathing breast. I answer quick to the drum and the fife, And the empty smile of the Governor's wife; But I think of my love that loves me well, In her little house with its lampy smell, When supper awaits at the vesper-bell. (In my house's dust-gray hold, The rattons creep the rafters old; Must I in such place as this, Banish all for one strange kiss -- My love lies within the mould In her cradling coffin cold: ) Flower in the street, I never knew a kiss could be so sweet! SYLVIA I Was a painter of this towering city Set round with deep-bayed waters of the night. Here did I live, here did I die; and here, Being dead, yet none the less I leave one scroll Of what I saw; who has the will may read it. Read? Read, let be; indifferent-browed I sleep, In this gray sleep -- that whose negledt might stir! Yet I have dreamt, as even the dead may dream, That might one living ear but know my word, Might answering voice confirm, I must but...