Henry Abbey,
Stories in Verse
(1869)
“ THE MAIDEN OF THE GOLDEN KIOSK. In the days when I, a beggar, wandered idly through the street, Past the palace, through the vineyards where the scented fountains play, Standing near the golden kiosk, it befell my lot to meet One for whom my heart grew larger, and I could not turn away. Long my eyes upon the banquet of her beauty freely fed; How could I help but love her, whom the angels might adore! ”
