by: Eugene Field (1850-1895)
- O-DAY, fair
Thisbe, winsome girl!
- Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow,
- Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl,
- Laves in the cool, refreshing flow.
- To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host
- Of amorous suitors in her train,
- Comes like a goddess forth to coast
- Or skate upon the frozen main.
- To-day, sweet posies mark her track,
- While birds sing gayly in the trees;
- To-morrow morn, her sealskin sack
- Defies the piping polar breeze.
- So Doris is to-day enthused
- By Thisbe's soft, responsive sighs,
- And on the morrow is confused
- By Thisbe's cold, repellent eyes.
POEMS BY EUGENE FIELD
"Chicago Weather" is reprinted
from The Poems of Eugene Field. Eugene Field. New York:
Charles Scribner's Sons, 1910.