Life, 1897-02-11 · page 15 of 20
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M YRTILLA smiles too sweet on wealthy pI me. And honeyed Chloris fills one with regret ; Swift-scornful Phyllis buzzes like a bee, And handsome Sappho is an arch coquette. My fortune, heart, and big ancestral tree, Shall not by these be carved and made to fall; But one apart my valentine shall Dear Laura, asking nothing.