 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
LIGHTS AND SHADES.
O flower-like face that art so much to me,
That takest brightest beauty from the shades,
And in the hueless years yet more wilt be,
When clouds arise and morning sunbeams flee;
That takest brightest beauty from the shades,
And in the hueless years yet more wilt be,
When clouds arise and morning sunbeams flee;
Thine is a bloom that never falls nor fades,
And night that nestles in the dewy blades,
While all its vassal hours bear gifts to thee,
Has breathed its glory in thy tresses' braids.
And night that nestles in the dewy blades,
While all its vassal hours bear gifts to thee,
Has breathed its glory in thy tresses' braids.
Thine is the fairness of the moonlit foam,
The rapture of the petrels when they roam
And all the sweetness of the saddest hour;
The rapture of the petrels when they roam
And all the sweetness of the saddest hour;
Day gives to thee its perfume for thy dower,
While in the heart of silence is thy home,
And built of mist and music is thy bower.
While in the heart of silence is thy home,
And built of mist and music is thy bower.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |