The Gloves.
A woman is sleeping on a bench in front of a tree. Her head is resting on her right
                        hand. An open book
                        is placed on her lap. A man stands behind the tree with his left arm raised; he is
                        looking at the woman. Illustration is contained
                        within a single-ruled oval border. That oval border is contained within a single-ruled
                        square border. In each corner of the square,
                        supernatural, child-like beings are placed in each corner; each being is playing with
                        gloves. 1/2 page.
                     
                     
                     
                     
It was a sunny summer’s day, 1
                        
                        The flowers deck’d dale and hill ; 2
                        
                        And gurglingly the streamlet ran 3
                        
                        That turn’d the clatt’ring mill. 4
                        
                        The murmurous flies of every tint 5
                        
                        Flew glittering through the air ; 6
                        
                        And buzzing bees did from the limes 7
                        
                        Their precious treasures bear.8
                        The air was languid, calm, and sweet, 9
                        
                        With fragrance overlaid ; 10
                        
                        The slenderest grass unruffled stood, 11
                        
                        The trees no rustle made. 12
                        
                        A slumb’rous feeling over all 13
                        
                        Its gentle influence shed ; 14
                        
                        The lark could scarcely warble, as 15
                        
                        He floated overhead.16
                        And ’neath a broad far-spreading beech 17
                        
                        A lovely girl reposed ; 18
                        
                        The deep-fringed curtains of her eyes 19
                        
                        Serenely o’er them closed. 20
                        
                        Her bright brown hair in clusters fell 21
                        
                        Upon her healthy cheek ; 22
                        
                        Her rosy lips were parted as 23
                        
                        Some gracious words to speak.24
                        A sunbeam glinting thro’ the tree 25
                        
                        Play’d on her forehead fair ; 26
                        
                        And still more bright and glowing made 27
                        
                        The glory’ of her hair. 28
                        
                        I stood and gazed upon that face 29
                        
                        As beautiful as Love’s ; 30
                        
                        Nor wonder you, if stooping low, 31
                        
                        I—won a pair of gloves.32