A Girl,
Her soul a deep-wave pearl
Dim, lucent of all lovely mysteries;
A face flowered for heart’s ease,
A brow’s grace soft as seas
Seen through faint forest-trees:
A mouth, the lips apart,
Like aspen-leaflets trembling in the breeze
From her tempestuous heart.
She gave an apologetic shrug
of the shoulders,
as cold hands took hold
of one warm and sensitive breast,
Such: and our souls so knit,
I leave a page half-writ
The work begun
Will be to heaven’s conception done.
Her soul a deep-wave pearl
Dim, lucent of all lovely mysteries;
A face flowered for heart’s ease,
A brow’s grace soft as seas
Seen through faint forest-trees:
A mouth, the lips apart,
Like aspen-leaflets trembling in the breeze
From her tempestuous heart.
She gave an apologetic shrug
of the shoulders,
as cold hands took hold
of one warm and sensitive breast,
Such: and our souls so knit,
I leave a page half-writ
The work begun
Will be to heaven’s conception done.
She is surely one lucky person to have you. The ending is my favourite.
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