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AT FIRST.
Helen, the queen of us,Proffered her cheek first, thus—
Chin's dimpled round of white
Held out to meet the light,
Lips firmly pursed awry,
Half-closed averted eye,
One rosy, gold-pinked ear,
Shadowless neck, and dear
Glory of sun-dipped hair;
Coldest of faces fair,
Still as a statue's face
Her's was one minute's space.—
What did it mean? Why, just,
“Kiss then—if kiss you must!”
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