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LAZY LAYS
AN UNFINISHED SKETCH

Too fair for prose, too sweet for rhyme,

A laughing lass beneath the lime!

ONE sunny day in glorious July

I lazed upon the verdant tennis lawn!

And smoking there an idle cigarette

I watched a maid who gazed upon the game,

Clad in a simple snowy cambric frock,

And all the budding beauty of Sixteen!

And as she held her racquet banjo-wise,

While dreamily she trifled with its strings,

I sketched the merry maiden as she stood,