I
met her on the sandy beach,
Her eyes were peerless blue;
Her
cheeks they showed the fairest peach,
That nature ever grew.
And
while she in her hammock lay,
I swung her to and fro;
While
Cupid well his part did play
And bent his little bow.
Ye
gods! I loved her madly and
Her eyes all doubt did kill;
She
let me hold her jeweled hand
Against the evening’s chill.
But,
ah! At last my heart she slew –
In accents gay and light;
She
leaned and whispered, “friend, adieu,
My hubby comes tonight.”
July
31, 1893
Pub.
in B. Courier,
June 10, ‘94
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