 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
NO LONGER.
I turn the portrait's features to the wall,
And close the volume I may read no more,
Nor add one memory to the music score,
And now what pleasure yet will be my thrall?
And close the volume I may read no more,
Nor add one memory to the music score,
And now what pleasure yet will be my thrall?
For me no longer shall thy footsteps fall,
Like waves that wash on some celestial shore,
Nor will thy carol answer to my call,
The soft responses that it breathed before.
Like waves that wash on some celestial shore,
Nor will thy carol answer to my call,
The soft responses that it breathed before.
Thy portrait hangs with pictures of the mind,
Whose charms are chains the wildest heart to bind,
And ranks thy volume with unwritten spells;
Whose charms are chains the wildest heart to bind,
And ranks thy volume with unwritten spells;
And while its magic every murmur quells,
Lo, like the hushing of a heavenly wind,
Thy music swoons to sleep on passion swells.
Lo, like the hushing of a heavenly wind,
Thy music swoons to sleep on passion swells.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |