Paul Laurence Dunbar - Breaking The CharmPaul Laurence Dunbar - Breaking The Charm
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Caught Susanner whistlin`; well,
It`s most nigh too good to tell.
`Twould `a` b`en too good to see
Ef it had n`t b`en fur me,
Comin` up so soft an` sly
That she didn` hear me nigh.
I was pokin` `round that day,
An` ez I come down the way,
First her whistle strikes my ears,--
Then her gingham dress appears;
So with soft step up I slips.
Oh, them dewy, rosy lips!
Ripe ez cherries, red an` round,
Puckered up to make the sound.
She was lookin` in the spring,
Whistlin` to beat anything,--
"Kitty Dale" er "In the Sweet."
I was jest so mortal beat
That I can`t quite ricoleck
What the toon was, but I `speck
`T was some hymn er other, fur
Hymny things is jest like her.
Well she went on fur awhile
With her face all in a smile,
An` I never moved, but stood
Stiller `n a piece o` wood--
Would n`t wink ner would n`t stir,
But a-gazin` right at her,
Tell she turns an` sees me--my!
Thought at first she `d try to fly.
But she blushed an` stood her ground.
Then, a-slyly lookin` round,
She says: "Did you hear me, Ben?"
"Whistlin` woman, crowin` hen,"
Says I, lookin` awful stern.
Then the red commenced to burn
In them cheeks o` hern. Why, la!
Reddest red you ever saw--
Pineys wa`n`t a circumstance.
You `d `a` noticed in a glance
She was pow`rful shamed an` skeart;
But she looked so sweet an` peart,
That a idee struck my head;
So I up an` slowly said:
"Woman whistlin` brings shore harm,
Jest one thing `ll break the charm."
"And what`s that?" "Oh, my!" says I,
"I don`t like to tell you." "Why?"
Says Susanner. "Well, you see
It would kinder fall on me."
Course I knowed that she `d insist,--
So I says: "You must be kissed
By the man that heard you whistle;
Everybody says that this `ll
Break the charm and set you free
From the threat`nin` penalty."
She was blushin` fit to kill,
But she answered, kinder still:
"I don`t want to have no harm,
Please come, Ben, an` break the charm."
Did I break that charm?--oh, well,
There`s some things I must n`t tell.
I remember, afterwhile,
Her a-sayin` with a smile:
"Oh, you quit,--you sassy dunce,
You jest caught me whistlin` _once_."
Ev`ry sence that when I hear
Some one whistlin` kinder clear,
I most break my neck to see
Ef it `s Susy; but, dear me,
I jest find I `ve b`en to chase
Some blamed boy about the place.
Dad `s b`en noticin` my way,
An` last night I heerd him say:
"We must send fur Dr. Glenn,
Mother; somethin `s wrong with Ben!"
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