 | Ernest |  |
The maiden ceased: the mother looked on her
With such a look as thro' the shrinking eye
Pierces the heart in penetration keen:
Angrily at the first, then earnestly;
So to discern by the significance
Shown in that proud face, scorning subterfuge,
What spirit prompted that unwelcome speech.
She feared, for much it had misgiven her
(Since her child lost her mirthful laugh, nor spoke
Her feelings, only now and then a sigh,
Swiftly suppressed, by stern self-gathering will),
That there lay something lodged within her heart
Too deep for words.
With such a look as thro' the shrinking eye
Pierces the heart in penetration keen:
Angrily at the first, then earnestly;
So to discern by the significance
Shown in that proud face, scorning subterfuge,
What spirit prompted that unwelcome speech.
She feared, for much it had misgiven her
(Since her child lost her mirthful laugh, nor spoke
Her feelings, only now and then a sigh,
Swiftly suppressed, by stern self-gathering will),
That there lay something lodged within her heart
Too deep for words.
| Ernest | |