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Illustrator: D. Vertner Johnson
DAISY DARE.
DAISY DARE,
AND
BABY POWER:
POEMS.
ROSA VERTNER JEFFREY.
PHILADELPHIA: CLAXTON, REMSEN & HAFFELFINGER, 819 AND 821 MARKET STREET. 1871.
STEREOTYPED BY J. FAGAN & SON. PRINTED BY MOORE BROS.
MY DEAR FRIEND
MRS. MARGARET WICKLIFFE PRESTON,
THIS VOLUME IS
DAISY DARE.
Thro' scented meadows, where do graze The meek-eyed kine on summer days, At early morn swept Daisy Dare,-- Sparkling, graceful, passing fair.
Sparkling as the dew-drops gleaming On her path, or sunlight streaming Through her tresses--graceful, fair, As naught on earth save Daisy Dare!
Wondrous tresses! sunshine fades Mid floating curls and sumptuous braids,-- A crown of light that glorifies White brow and deep impassioned eyes.
Full, perfect, tempting were her lips-- The bee or humming-bird that sips From scarlet blossoms in the South Beguiled might be by such a mouth.
Her path ran by a rushing stream Which, like a crooked silver seam, Bound that green meadow to a wood, Where soon with Graham Lee she stood.
Softly through arching forest-trees Came stealing up a fresh salt breeze; One fair cheek kissing, till it burned Like to the other Lee-ward turned.
"Daisy," he said, "I sail to-day For India, with Captain Gray; Will you not be upon the strand To say 'farewell'--to wave your hand?"
"Yes; I will go to see you sail:" The tone was proud--her cheek turned pale; "I've promised to be there and say A parting word to Allen Gray."
The strong man's cheek grew white as death As thus, with short, unsteady breath, He said: "When last I went to sea, You waved, nay, kissed your hand to me."
Her eyes flashed, smiling on him then-- Such eyes hold fiery, earnest men In bondage, and to love beguile, Whether they mock, or weep, or smile.
"Yes; I remember then to you I kissed my hand; but here are two: Can I not still kiss this one, pray, To you, and this to Allen Gray?"
Her voice was deep, the words were light, The hands upheld were small and white,-- Such hands as strong men love to grasp And crush in an impassioned clasp.
"Oh, do not mock me, Daisy Dare, With your small hands so soft and fair; They may beguile both lovers--true; You cannot give your heart to two.
"One or the other let it be; If Allen Gray, you're lost to me: If me, all hearts you must resign,-- All homage and all love save mine.
"My guiding star across the brine, Has been the hope that called you mine; I'd rather see that load-star set, Than wed a fair, false, vain coquette.
"I'd rather trust, though seas divide, Than linger doubting by your side: Now speak, what turns your heart away; The love of gold or Allen Gray?"
Up rose her spirit, quick and proud; And, as through a translucent cloud Pour crimson streams of torrid light, The red blood dyed her forehead white.
"I trifled with him but to try Your faith in me: I'd rather die Than wed a man of jealous heart: You cannot trust me, let us part.
"The jealous love you bring to me, In passion tides would ebb and flow.
"And as that surf, in fitful swells, Doth bring or bear away the shells From yonder strand,--such passion, strife Would fill, or desolate my life.
"Such earthly crown of love to wear, The cross it brings I would not bear; Here! see me cast the burden down: Go!--for I yield you up the crown."
The angry flush had faded now, Leaving her bosom, cheek, and brow Whiter than sea-foam 'neath the moon; Her low voice as sad wind-harp's tune.
She waved her hand and turned away: He caught it, crying, "Daisy, stay! Let not a flash of passion-pride Two clinging hearts like ours divide."
She stood before him haughty, cold: "You taunted me with love of gold-- Who wealth and titles scorned--to be The chosen bride of Graham Lee."
"This choice, perhaps, you now regret, And crave a titled suitor yet; Hearts that are anchored side by side, No surface-ripple can divide."
His words were bitter in their turn, And, like sharp acid on a burn, They scorched her heart, and seared the spot Where blossomed love's "forget-me-not."
Oh, why are darts of anger hurled From heart to heart throughout the world; Fierce as the lightning--flashing far, From cloud to cloud, its red-hot bar?
So quick, so sharp, too oft it cleaves The sandal-chain of love, and leaves But fragrant, broken, links at last To bind us to a ruined past.
Too often fixing deeps of woe Between us and the long ago; Bridging a gulf toward mem'ries green, With one regret--"it might have been."
Oh, why, when life is in its June Of fruity fragrance, perfect tune, Does passion's stormy pride destroy Youths' heritage of love and joy?
One jealous breath will oft disclose A canker in hope's perfect rose, For the false fever heat of strife To nurse, and nourish into life.
Oh, Daisy Dare! the sea is wide: Dear is the lover by thy side: The sea is treacherous, hungry, deep, And millions o'er its treasures weep.
His heart relented--strong hearts do; Yet more relenting, oft less true Than those, unyielding, that defy The deathless love of which they die.
"As forest saplings, by the sun Together knit till two are one-- One trunk, one bark, one sap, one tree-- Our hearts have been, should ever be.
"Let sharp steel cleave that circling rind, No art its severed strength could bind; Should anger part thy love from mine, Holds earth another heart for thine?"
Oh, stubborn pride! unyielding still; Her heart is conquered; but her will Defies its tender, pleading tone: She left him--they were both alone.
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