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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Alva N. Turner
SHE’S a clever little witch,
And knows it;
But it has not spoiled her heart.
The beauty of her tressed head
Is enhanced by the cunning of her fingers.        5
Her piquant and mobile face
The sunshine of her soul,
And betrays the clouds of it.
I like to study her face.        10
Her sky-blue eyes
Vie with the softness
Of the summer heavens,
When the nimbus has fled
And cumulus dreams on the sky-line.        15
The naif beauty of her white teeth
Remains intact,
And laughs
At the dedal ruse of the dentist.
Last Sunday, at the spring        20
Which pours its potable silver
For the mendicant town of Spring Garden,
She said with a smile,
Before Lillian and the others,
That she believed        25
She’d made a great hit with me.
I mocked the smile of her,
And confessed that she had.
She’s twenty and I’m forty—
But that’s no difference to her;        30
For she’s a clever little witch,
And knows it.

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