Life — March 19, 1903 — page 15: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

UUOLD her here, a vision Of idleness supreme; Aud see with what precision The pencil traced the drei Her throat, a bower of blisses ; Her lips, a lure for kisses ; Her eyes, the blue abysses Wherein the love-lights gleam. A Day-Dream. What tender fancies waken Behind that forehead white, Above whose dawn are shaken Her s span of night! And in those twin stars under, Kindled with love and wonder, What wealth there is to plunder, — What measureless delight! She is a matebless May-dream, A graceful, girlish thing ost in the first, sweet day-dream Of love and song and Spring : Shapely and fair as Juno, Not more than one or two know Her name; but, Sweetheart, you know It is of You I sing! FDS. comicbooks.com