A vagrant minstrel of the street, No poet of the laurel crown, I kneel, dear Princess, at your feet, And lay my book of verses down. See all the love that lingers there, And so, for love’s sake, find it fair. Certain of the poems in this volume are reprinted by kind permission of the editors of the following magazines and newspapers: _The Call_, _Harpers’ Weekly_, _The Independent_, _Moods_, _The Pathfinder_, the New York _Sun_ and the _Sunday Magazine_ of the New York _Times_.…
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