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THEN let not memory shrink abashed,
Once started on this giddy whirl!
Hath not a lightning image flashed
Of my divine boot-button girl ?
She is a dainty acrobat,
Tailor-made from tip to toe ;
A tiniest coquettish hat,
A laughing face alight, aglow
With all the fun of life. She comes
Often at morning, laughs aloud
At the poor femme de ménage ; hums
Some dancing tune, invades my cloud
Of idle dreams, sits poised upon
The couch, and with a gay embrace
Cries out “ Hullo, my baby!” Shone
Such nature in a holier face?
We are a happy pair at least :
Coffee and rolls are worth a feast,
And laughing as she came she goes!
The dainty little tuberose!
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