 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“STORIED FRAMES.”
Shy maiden, with the form of glancing flame,
O dost thou in thy moonlight beauty rise,
Like some dim picture under deeper skies,
Divinely stepping from its storied frame?
O dost thou in thy moonlight beauty rise,
Like some dim picture under deeper skies,
Divinely stepping from its storied frame?
For thine is passion that no touch can tame,
The tempest owns those dark mysterious eyes,
While in thy face a dreamy languor lies,
With strange still graces that deny a name.
The tempest owns those dark mysterious eyes,
While in thy face a dreamy languor lies,
With strange still graces that deny a name.
A pure caressing perfume from thee breathes,
And with the sweetness of a Southern night,
Sheds a soft shadow that is more than light;
And with the sweetness of a Southern night,
Sheds a soft shadow that is more than light;
Which in the sullen surg that round us seethes,
Yet every heart a willing captive wreathes,
With flowery fetters woven of delight.
Yet every heart a willing captive wreathes,
With flowery fetters woven of delight.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |