While
sporting gayly on the waves
Her ankle fast was held;
And
rising high her snowy arms,
The summer maiden yelled.
Then
to the top came laughing George
Quick bidding her to hark,
“Well
there,” said she, “’twere only you,
I thought it was a shark.”
July
17, ‘94
Pub. in Boston
Courier,
Sept. 23, ‘94
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