C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Samuel Minturn Peck (1854–1938)
Priscilla
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A little bandit queen;
Her cheek hath robbed the berry’s brown,
Her eye the dewdrop’s sheen.
Upon her lips there brightly glows
The poppy’s crimson hue;
With autumn music in her toes
She charms the avenue.
That late kept slowest time;
Alas! how many a snowy sheet
Will meet its fate in rhyme!
Laugh, Cupid, laugh, with saucy glee
At all the pangs in store;
But never point thy dart at me,—
My heart was hers before.