Of feeling had made her blind
To the trick of the stealthy arrow
The Cupid concealed behind:
“Ah, ha!” she cried, while the color
Rubied her neck of snow—
“You plausible, wheedling beggar!
I have nothing to give you,—Go!”
Margaret J. Preston.
Of feeling had made her blind
To the trick of the stealthy arrow
The Cupid concealed behind:
“Ah, ha!” she cried, while the color
Rubied her neck of snow—
“You plausible, wheedling beggar!
I have nothing to give you,—Go!”
Margaret J. Preston.