FIANCEE.
Written on the Mediterranean.
Only a farce on shipboard it was true,
And yet your genius is not oft excelled
E'en by the Muse's daughters who have held
The stage in thrill, and so your beauty grew
Upon your audience, that they loved you too.
Sweet were you, when you scornfully rebelled
Against your ‘Uncle's Will,’ when you repelled
Your forced fiancé—doubly sweet when you
Confessed your passion. Soon the time must come
For you to play the same part once again
In life, to let dark eyes and wistful roam
Over a manly face, held close, to rain
Kisses like dew, to lay both tiny hands
In a strong grasp and go where Love commands.
