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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 hath come back to town

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.

Alas! how wildly hearts will beat

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.