A FAIR GRADUATE.
In a mist of white, like a flash of light, She dawns on my dazzled eyes ; And my soul bends low where her footsteps go— Timidly, violet-wise. For this is the maiden who soon shall speak— Her red lips mincing their way through Greek ! What rose hath burned in her soul and turned Those lips to a living red ? What sunset gold from the west skies rolled, Hath haloed her Grecian head ? O maiden ! however those red lips speak, I shall read their way through a world of Greek 1 And now they speak, and the roses wreak Their red on the dimpled face ; O eyes, love-beamed ! I had never dreamed Of roses running a race ! But so they run, and the red lips speak And smile their way to my soul in Greek ! Frank L. Stanton
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue XI, 14 March 1896, Page 295
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140A FAIR GRADUATE. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue XI, 14 March 1896, Page 295
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