A PROPOSAL.
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A PROPOSAL.
LITTLE red slippers daintily peeping
Out 'neath the skirt of superlative white;
Soft, clinging draperies wantonly sleeping
Close to her form in the dim fire-light.
Out 'neath the skirt of superlative white;
Soft, clinging draperies wantonly sleeping
Close to her form in the dim fire-light.
Hair of the hue long ago loved by Titian,
Tinted with gleams of the warm sun-set fire;
Blue eyes—so blue!—Ah, were they a vision!
Lips red as wine from the cup of Desire.
Tinted with gleams of the warm sun-set fire;
Blue eyes—so blue!—Ah, were they a vision!
Lips red as wine from the cup of Desire.
Little fair hands on which gems sparkle faintly;
Roses of June in the cheeks' changing dyes;
Teeth, pearly white, from the mouth peeping quaintly;
Long, drooping lashes just shading the eyes.
Roses of June in the cheeks' changing dyes;
Teeth, pearly white, from the mouth peeping quaintly;
Long, drooping lashes just shading the eyes.
