HER CLOAK.
She wears a cloak of white swansdown Above her evening dress, And lets it fold, without a frown, Her form with soft caress. Her cruel coldness even thaws, Within its warm embrace, As with a tender smile she draws It closer to her face.
Whenever she and I go out. She wears that cloak to hide The charms I love to dream about, While seated at her side. The next day, too, I think of her. While hours I devote To picking bits of fleecy fur From off my overcoat!
Harry Romaine.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 44, 4 November 1893, Page 384
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94HER CLOAK. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 44, 4 November 1893, Page 384
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