Volume 10 — LOVE SONG
Reading edition
BY CHARLES GODFREY LELAND
Overe mine lofe a sugar-powl, De fery shmallest loomp Vouldt shveet de seas from bole to bole, Und make de shildren shoomp. Und if she vere a clofer-fieldt, I'd bet mine only pence, It vouldn't pe no dime at all Pefore I'd shoomp de fence. Her heafenly foice it drill me so, It really seems to hoort; She ish de holiest anamile Dat roons oopon de dirt. De re'nbow rises ven she sings, De sonn shine ven she dalk, De angels crow und flop deir vings Ven she goes out to valk. So livin vhite—so carnadine— Mine lofe's gomblexion glow; It's shoost like abendcarmosine Rich gleamin on de shnow. Her soul makes plooshes in her sheek, As sommer reds de wein, Or sonlight sends a fire-life troo An blank karfunkelstein. De ueberschwengliche idées Dis lofe put in my mind, Vould make a foostrate philosoph Of any human kind. 'Tis shuderned sweet on eart' to meet An himmlisch-hoellisch qual, Und treat mit whiles to kümmel schnapps De Shœnheitsideál.