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Eugene Field - Chicago Weather
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To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl!
     Strays o`er the meads where daisies blow, 
   Or, ling`ring where the brooklets purl, 
     Laves in the cool, refreshing flow.
   To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host
     Of amorous suitors in her train, 
   Comes like a goddess forth to coast
     Or skate upon the frozen main.
   To-day, sweet posies mark her track, 
     While birds sing gayly in the trees; 
   To-morrow morn, her sealskin sack
     Defies the piping polar breeze.
   So Doris is to-day enthused
     By Thisbe`s soft, responsive sighs, 
   And on the morrow is confused
     By Thisbe`s cold, repellent eyes.
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