The following poem appears in Sarah's anthology,
Love's Messenger: A Choice Collection of Victorian Love Poetry
COME FIND MY QUEEN
By Ruth Argyle, Good Housekeeping, June 26, 1886. p. 100.
"I promised to show you my queen, did I not?
Well, follow me then, we will soon reach the spot--
Where unrivaled she reigns, Ah do have a care,
Or you surely will trip, and fall down the stair.
What is that? you "think that these people are queer.
Who, their parlors have built so far in the rear."
Well, that is your blunder not their's, you will find,
When we've left this long, narrow passage behind.
For this is the kitchen, Ah yes, she is there,
My beautiful darling, so peerless and fair;
How graceful her pose amid dishes and pans,
How pleasant her smile, as some dainty she plans.
The curls that are nestling so close to her brow,
I covet the kisses their giving her now,
I envy her apron for it doth embrace--
That form so unequaled for beauty and grace.
Unconscious of eyes they so lovingly gaze.
She is caroling one of my favorite lays,
Come away, for we have no right to play spy
I cannot exhibit her now to your eye.
But my promise I'll keep, for did I not say--
I'd show you my queen and my darling to-day?
Ah when in the parlor her subject you've been,
You'll say there is none can compare with my queen."
In a seaport town in the late 19th-century Pacific Northwest, a group of friends find themselves drawn together —by chance, by love, and by the marvelous changes their world is undergoing. In the process, they learn that the family we choose can be just as important as the ones we're born into. Join their adventures in
The Tales of Chetzemoka
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