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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
LARGESS
Sweet mouth, dark eyes, deep heart—
All of beauty, all of glamor heaven could fashion
With its divinest art;
A woman's life and love, a woman's passion:
All of beauty, all of glamor heaven could fashion
With its divinest art;
A woman's life and love, a woman's passion:
But these, at last, to win,
Land, or sea, or hell, or heaven might well be ravished
At price of any sin—
Yet freely all she on her lover lavished.
Land, or sea, or hell, or heaven might well be ravished
At price of any sin—
Yet freely all she on her lover lavished.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |