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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Henry AugustinBeers

986 Biftek Aux Champignons

MIMI, do you remember—

Don’t get behind your fan—

That morning in September

On the cliffs of Grand Manan,

Where to the shock of Fundy

The topmost harebells sway

(Campanula rotundi-

folia: cf. Gray)?

On the pastures high and level,

That overlook the sea,

Where I wondered what the devil

Those little things could be

That Mimi stooped to gather,

As she strolled across the down,

And held her dress skirt rather—

Oh, now, you need n’t frown.

For you know the dew was heavy,

And your boots, I know, were thin;

So a little extra brevity in skirts was, sure, no sin.

Besides, who minds a cousin?

First, second, even third,—

I ’ve kissed ’em by the dozen,

And they never once demurred.

“If one’s allowed to ask it,”

Quoth I, “Ma belle cousine,

What have you in your basket?”

(Those baskets white and green

The brave Passamaquoddies

Weave out of scented grass,

And sell to tourist bodies

Who through Mt. Desert pass.)

You answered, slightly frowning,

“Put down your stupid book—

That everlasting Browning!—

And come and help me look.

Mushroom you spik him English,

I call him champignon:

I ’ll teach you to distinguish

The right kind from the wrong.”

There was no fog on Fundy

That blue September day;

The west wind, for that one day,

Had swept it all away.

The lighthouse glasses twinkled,

The white gulls screamed and flew,

The merry sheep-bells tinkled,

The merry breezes blew.

The bayberry aromatic,

The papery immortelles

(That give our grandma’s attic

That sentimental smell,

Tied up in little brush-brooms)

Were sweet as new-mown hay,

While we went hunting mushrooms

That blue September day.