Poem by Ellis Parker Butler

At Variance

When with me the play she goes,
I much admire the buds and bows
And all that on Kate’s headgear grows.
But when some other night I see
That hat between the stage and me,
My taste and Kate’s do not agree.

1. To Jessica, Gone Back to the City
2. The Poor Boy’s Christmas
3. The Final Tax
4. To May
5. Womanly Qualms

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