Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер)

To Marguerite

So great my debt to thee, I know my life
  Is all too short to pay the least I owe,
And though I live it all in that sweet strife,
  Still shall I be insolvent when I go.
Bid, then, thy Bailiff Cupid come to me
  And bind and lead me wheresoe’er thou art,
And let me live in sweet captivity
  Within the debtor’s prison of thy heart.

1. To May
2. New England Magazine
3. The Tearful Tale of Captain Dan
4. A Satisfactory Reform
5. A Scotchman Whose Name Was Isbister

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