She
thought she spied, far down the beach,
A manly form – her eyes
Took
on a lustre, newly born,
She hurried for her prize.
“‘Tis
he, ‘tis he,” she murmured low,
“He’s come to me at last;”
And
on she tripped along the shore,
To seize her booty fast.
She
overtook him ‘neath the cliff,
She touched him gently, whew!
He
whirled about, alas! she swooned,
He was a woman New!
May
11, ‘96
Pub.
in N.Y. Herald,
Aug. 16, 1896
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