Poesy

Delilah

We have another viceroy now,⁠—those days are dead and doneOf Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne.

Delilah Aberyswith was a lady⁠—not too young⁠—With a perfect taste in dresses and a badly-bitted tongue,With a thirst for information, and a greater thirst for praise,And a little house in Simla in the Prehistoric Days.

By reason of her marriage to a gentleman in power,Delilah was acquainted with the gossip of the hour;And many little secrets, of the half-official kind,Were whispered to Delilah, and she bore them all in mind.

She patronized extensively a man, Ulysses Gunne,Whose mode of earning money was a low and shameful one.He wrote for certain papers, which, as everybody knows,Is worse than serving in a shop or scaring off the crows.

He praised her “queenly beauty” first; and, later on, he hintedAt the “vastness of her intellect” with compliment unstinted.He went with her a-riding, and his love for her was suchThat he lent her all his horses and⁠—she galled them very much.

One day, THEY brewed a secret of a fine financial sort;It related to Appointments, to a Man and a Report.'Twas almost worth the keeping,⁠—only seven people knew it⁠—And Gunne rose up to seek the truth and patiently pursue it.

It was a Viceroy's Secret, but⁠—perhaps the wine was red⁠—Perhaps an Aged Councillor had lost his aged head⁠—Perhaps Delilah's eyes were bright⁠—Delilah's whispers sweet⁠—The Aged Member told her what 'twere treason to repeat.

Ulysses went a-riding, and they talked of love and flowers;Ulysses went a-calling, and he called for several hours;Ulysses went a-waltzing, and Delilah helped him dance⁠—Ulysses let the waltzes go, and waited for his chance.

The summer sun was setting, and the summer air was still,The couple went a-walking in the shade of Summer Hill.The wasteful sunset faded out in Turkish-green and gold,Ulysses pleaded softly, and⁠— that bad Delilah told!

Next morn, a startled Empire learnt the all-important news;Next week, the Aged Councillor was shaking in his shoes.Next month, I met Delilah and she did not show the leastHesitation in affirming that Ulysses was a “beast.”

We have another Viceroy now, those days are dead and done⁠—Of Delilah Aberyswith and most mean Ulysses Gunne!

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