Alpine Holiday
He took the grade in second – quite a climb,
Dizzy and dangerous, yet how sublime!
The road went up and up; it curved around
The mountain and the gorge grew more profound.
He drove serenely, with no hint of haste;
And then she felt his arm go round her waist.
She shrank: she did not know him very well,
Being like her a guest at the hotel.
Nice, but a Frenchman. On his driving hand
He wore like benedicks a golden band. . .
Well, how could she with grace refuse a drive
So grand it made glad to be alive?
Yet now she heard him whisper in her ear:
“Don’t be afraid. With one hand I can steer,
With one arm hold you. . . Oh what perfect bliss!
Darling, please don’t refuse me just one kiss.
Here, nigh to Heaven, let is us rest awhile. . .
Nay, don’t resist – give me your lips, your smile. . .”
So there in that remote and dizzy place
He wrestled with her for a moment’s space,
Hearing her cry: “Oh please, please let me go!
Let me get out. . . You brute, release me! No, no,
NO!”
. . . In that ravine was found their burnt-out car –
Their bodies trapped and crisped into a char.
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