_by Fred S. Blossom._
_Illustration by E. Fuhr._
She threw around my soul a charm—
I threw around her waist my arm.
She was so bashful and seemed so shy—
Just made to kiss—ah! I wished to try.
We strolled along in the cooling shade;
I mustered courage and kissed the maid.
Her look! Her eyes! I’ll never forget
The touch of her lips! It lingers yet.
We kissed again! My heart stood still—
A joy came o’er me, a quiet thrill;
As the red blood pulsed, all seemed awhirl—
Wondrous change in my bashful girl!
Did her brown eyes flash, or a cry of wrath
Re-echo along that shady path?
Nay! But clinging close, as ivies climb,
She lifted her head to me each time.
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“_But clinging close, as ivies climb,