Good Novel
But looking, only as glad eyes can,
For the boy I knew of yore,
I smiled on a portly little man
I had never seen before!
Grave as a judge in courtliness -
Professor-like and bland -
A little fat doctor and nothing less,
With his hat in his kimboed hand.
But how we talked old times, and "chaffed"
Each other with "Minnie" and "Jim" - -
And how the little fat doctor laughed,
And how I laughed with him!
"And it's pleasant," I thought, "though I yearn to see
The face of the youth that was,
To know no boy could smile on me