Poem by Anne Reeve Aldrich

Suppose

How sad if, by some strange new law,
All kisses scarred!
For she who is most beautiful
Would be most marred.

And we might be surprised to see
Some lovely wife
Smooth-visaged, while a seeming prude
Was marked for life.

1. Love's Change
2. Recollection
3. In November
4. Music of Hungary

Eugene Field Suppose ("Suppose, my dear, that you were I")

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