Fair
as autumnal tints her cheeks,
And nuttish brown her tresses;
And
lily pure the throat that curves
Above her filmy dresses.
But
Ah! her eyes I cannot search,
To know what in them asses;
O,
no, she doesn’t drop them so,
She merely wears smoked glasses.
April
3, 1894
Pub.
in Boston
Courier,
Aug. 12,
1894
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