THE CHOICE
He’d have given me rolling lands, Houses of marble, and billowing farms. Pearls, to trickle between my hands. Smouldering rubies, to circle my arms. You —you'd only a lilting song, Only a melody, happy and high, You were sudden and swift and strong— Never a thought for another had I.
He'd have given me laces rare. Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen, Shining ribbons to wrap my hair, Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen. You—you'd only to whistle low. Gaily I followed wherever you led. I took you, and I let him go— Somebody ought to examine my head! —Dorothy Parker.
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Waikato Times, Volume 123, Issue 20690, 28 December 1938, Page 3
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106THE CHOICE Waikato Times, Volume 123, Issue 20690, 28 December 1938, Page 3
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