WITH gypsy cloak and painted face,
With elfish speech my lips between,
I stole unknown upon my friend
To tell his fortune Hallow-e'en.
I knew how dim distrust had come
To goad him with its angry smart;
I knew that pretty Madge, for all
Her coquetry, was true at heart.
He only saw her smile on Fred,
And then with frown and bitter pain
He turned away, and tried to flirt
With rosy, golden-haired Elaine.
I saw fair Madge, behind his back,
Grow sad and still and quite distrait,
Till Fred, discouraged, very soon
Made some excuse, and walked away.