Wit and Humor of America, Vol 08 — Eve's Daughter

EVE'S DAUGHTER

BY EDWARD ROWLAND SILL

I waited in the little sunny room: The cool breeze waved the window-lace, at play, The white rose on the porch was all in bloom, And out upon the bay I watched the wheeling sea-birds go and come.

"Such an old friend,--she would not make me stay While she bound up her hair."

I turned, and lo, Danaë in her shower!

and fit to slay All a man's hoarded prudence at a blow: Gold hair that streamed away As round some nymph a sunlit fountain's flow.

"She would not make me wait!"

--but well I know She took a good half-hour to loose and lay Those locks in dazzling disarrangement so!

THE DULUTH SPEECH