Download and read  "Stories in Verse" by Abbey Henry

...waiting; for when Stanley Thane Came from his northern home with Dalton Earl, And on the terrace steps met Coralline, Love took the sceptre that his waiting won. Well worthy to be loved was Stanley Thane. He could not claim a titled ancestor, Nor boast of any blood but Puritan. His father was successful on exchange, Reaped fortune by a rise in merchandise, Now sent his partner son with Dalton Earl Toward the claspless girdle of the South. And Stanley Thane was all that makes true men; High thought, high purpose, loving right the best, His mind was clear and fresh as air at morn. He kissed the rosy tips of Coralline's hand, And that day galloped with her through the town, And wandered with her down magnolia lanes, And watched, below the spray-woofed fall, the brook, That seemed a maid, who, sitting at a loom, Wove misty lace to decorate the rocks. XV. Long o'er his writings hidden in the tree Pondered the slave, and found at last their worth. Must he return them? To whom did they...