The poems of Madison Cawein | ||
VII
Taking her hand he says:What makes you beautiful?
Answer, now, answer!—
Is it that dutiful
Souls are all beautiful?
Is it romance or
Beauty of spirit,
Which souls, that merit,
Of heaven inherit?—
Have you an answer?
She,
roguishly:
What makes you lovable?
Answer, now, answer!—
Is it not provable
That man is lovable
Just because chance, or
Nature, makes woman
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Part 's to illumine.—
Have you an answer?
The poems of Madison Cawein | ||