{"id":9181,"date":"2023-02-17T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-02-17T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9181"},"modified":"2023-02-17T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-02-17T06:00:00","slug":"servant-girl-and-grocers-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/servant-girl-and-grocers-boy\/","title":{"rendered":"Servant Girl and Grocer\u2019s Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn84031081\/1915-02-17\/ed-1\/seq-6\/\">Albuquerque Morning Journal, February 17, 1915<\/a>. By Joyce Kilmer.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Her lips\u2019 remark was, \u201cOh, you kid!\u201d<br\/>Her soul spoke thus (I know it did):<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cO King of realms of endless joy,<br\/>My own, my golden grocer\u2019s boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI am a princess forced to dwell<br\/>Within a lonely kitchen cell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhile you go dashing through the land<br\/>With loveliness on every hand,<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYour whistle strikes my eager ears<br\/>Like music of the choiring spheres.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThe mighty earth grows faint and reels<br\/>Beneath your thundering wagon wheels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHow keenly, perilously sweet<br\/>To cling upon that swaying seat!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHow happy she who by your side<br\/>May share the splendors of that ride!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAh, if you will not take my hand<br\/>And bear me off across the land,<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThen, traveler from Arcady,<br\/>Remain a while and comfort me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat other maiden can you find<br\/>So young and delicate and kind?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Her lips\u2019 remark was, \u201cOh, you kid!\u201d<br\/>Her soul spoke thus (I know it did).<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, February 17, 1915. By Joyce Kilmer. Her lips\u2019 remark was, \u201cOh, you kid!\u201dHer soul spoke thus (I know it did): \u201cO King of realms of endless joy,My own, my golden grocer\u2019s boy. \u201cI am a princess forced to dwellWithin a lonely kitchen cell. \u201cWhile you go dashing through the landWith [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9181","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-albuquerque-morning-journal","category-newspapers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9181","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9181"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9181\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9181"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9181"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9181"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}