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Leprechaun, v. 1, issue 4, March 1945

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L e p r e c h a u n     5

RAYMOND WASHINGTON, JR.:

* * * K a t h e r i n e * * *

When, under humid summer skies,
   I first met candid Katherine,
Brown-smiling were her elfin eyes,
   That let the light and laughter in;
And when she strummed the keys, and played
   A boogie-bounce that throbbed and rolled,
It seemed a mad musician prayed,
   And a mad monk his churchbells tolled.

Quick-smiling lips, a nimble mind,
   Has Katherine; her actions show
A girlhood gay and unconfined,
   From which her sweet attractions grow
Toward their present promised bloom,
   Until fair Nature's work be done.
She is no child of thoughtful gloom;
   No stranger is she to the sun.

When rain runs down, and clouds hang low,
   What do you sing, fair Katherine?
The storm must howl, the winds must blow,
   And sadness follow after sin,
So sing you on--but sing not I--
   I only knew you for a day
(Too soon, too soon, the summer sky
   And Katherine were gone away).

With Katherine, all stock and store
   In books is cold and undivine;
To her, the classics are a bore,
   She will not read a single line.
She needs no tomes from dusty shelf,
   Nor noble quotes Shakespearian;
She is a classic in herself:
   She is a young American.

She laughs, and shows such dainty charms,
   And manners meritorious,
Tall poets might fall into her arms,
   Were virtue not victorious;
Her happy personalitities,
   And laughter, girlish, glorious,
Are such dear, quaint banalities,
   Inspiring strains laborious.

Ah, Katherine! A fickle flower,
   Vain of vast impending dooms!
You let me share a pleasant hour,
   But not your blossoming perfumes;
So, Katherine, our ways must part,
   And calmer, deeper thoughts arise:
But ever, in my frozen heart,
   Will I envision summer skies.

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L e p r e c h a u n 5 RAYMOND WASHINGTON, JR.: * * * K a t h e r i n e * * * When, under humid summer skies, I first met candid Katherine, Brown-smiling were her elfin eyes, That let the light and laughter in; And when she strummed the keys, and played A boogie-bounce that throbbed and rolled, It seemed a mad musician prayed, And a mad monk his churchbells tolled. Quick-smiling lips, a nimble mind, Has Katherine; her actions show A girlhood gay and unconfined, From which her sweet attractions grow Toward their present promised bloom, Until fair Nature's work be done. She is no child of thoughtful gloom; No stranger is she to the sun. When rain runs down, and clouds hang low, What do you sing, fair Katherine? The storm must howl, the winds must blow, And sadness follow after sin, So sing you on--but sing not I-- I only knew you for a day (Too soon, too soon, the summer sky And Katherine were gone away). With Katherine, all stock and store In books is cold and undivine; To her, the classics are a bore, She will not read a single line. She needs no tomes from dusty shelf, Nor noble quotes Shakespearian; She is a classic in herself: She is a young American. She laughs, and shows such dainty charms, And manners meritorious, Tall poets might fall into her arms, Were virtue not victorious; Her happy personalitities, And laughter, girlish, glorious, Are such dear, quaint banalities, Inspiring strains laborious. Ah, Katherine! A fickle flower, Vain of vast impending dooms! You let me share a pleasant hour, But not your blossoming perfumes; So, Katherine, our ways must part, And calmer, deeper thoughts arise: But ever, in my frozen heart, Will I envision summer skies.