 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
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MOONLIGHT MAID.
I saw the picture of a moonlight maid,
And, lo, it stirred strange memories of thee,
A marvel woven out of shine and shade,
And in a mystic robe of stars arrayed;
And, lo, it stirred strange memories of thee,
A marvel woven out of shine and shade,
And in a mystic robe of stars arrayed;
It mixed the rippling of a summer sea,
With odours wafted from a flowery lea,
Till in a moment every strife was stayed,
And all my fettered hours waxed fair and free.
With odours wafted from a flowery lea,
Till in a moment every strife was stayed,
And all my fettered hours waxed fair and free.
I dreamed a vision of a flashing form,
That fled for ever through a night of storm,
While round its feet the radiant clouds were roll'd;
That fled for ever through a night of storm,
While round its feet the radiant clouds were roll'd;
And then I thought of places pinched and cold,
That drew from thee a glory rich and warm,
I smelled the roses rising from the mould.
That drew from thee a glory rich and warm,
I smelled the roses rising from the mould.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |