Tales of early loveTo sweethearts, wife, mother, native land, church, God . Dcmnrc and grave, she stood with soft white hands,To deal out sweets less sweet tlian her sweet self. Ill tell of Sarah: how she walked to school, And passed my place of business day by day. The large poke bonnet which at first she wore, Made of drab fur, decked with an ostrich plume, Trimmed with wide ribbon of a peach bloom hue, Told of her coming quite a square away. Ive watched through window panes till in the snow. (16) SARAH IN SUMMER. She was a customer, and oft detainedTo look at many things she did not want. T
Tales of early loveTo sweethearts, wife, mother, native land, church, God . Dcmnrc and grave, she stood with soft white hands,To deal out sweets less sweet tlian her sweet self. Ill tell of Sarah: how she walked to school, And passed my place of business day by day. The large poke bonnet which at first she wore, Made of drab fur, decked with an ostrich plume, Trimmed with wide ribbon of a peach bloom hue, Told of her coming quite a square away. Ive watched through window panes till in the snow. (16) SARAH IN SUMMER. She was a customer, and oft detainedTo look at many things she did not want. TALES OF EARLY LOVE, 17 Her fairy footsteps could be plainly seen, And glimpses of her features could be gained In spite of envious ribbons, flowrs, and furs. She was a customer, and oft detained To look at many things she did not want; And then called back to take from my own hand Bright boxes, pictures, and gay ornaments , With which fine goods were tastefully adorned. On Saturdays, when she could be at home, I to her mother took light merchandise, That she might the most beautiful select Ere other eyes had looked upon their hues, And I might gaze on her fair daughters face. We never talked of love, but to our ears The servants of two households, gossiping, Told of the love each to the other bore. From twelve to twenty she was all my own, And I was hers despite fair Esthers bloom Or all the grandeur of proud Emeline. She was the last loved object that I laid On Gods pure altar-when his
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