The
chill December breezes blew,
We skated on together;
And
every mile or so her straps
Would luckily untether.
“Would
I could fix them once for all,”
Said I a falsehood stating;
“O,
no,” said she, delighting me,
“‘Twould
spoil the joys of skating.”
c.
Dec. 9-14, ‘97
Pub.
in Boston
Courier,
Jan. 29,
1898
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