In her eyes of sweetest brown
Love himself hath set him down ;
On her gentle pouting lips
Love hath laid his finger-tips ;
And her cheek, ’tis plain to see,
Love hath kissed to torture me.
Love himself must go in fear
Lest one win this dainty Dear,
Since of all the maids he sees
She, my Sweet, is first to please !
Stephens, Riccardo. “My Sweetheart.” The Evergreen: A Northern Seasonal, vol. 1, Spring 1895, p. 65. Evergreen Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2016-2018. Yellow Nineties 2.0, General Editor Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/egv1_stephens_sweetheart/