The poems of Madison Cawein :: :: University of Virginia Library

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An instant only and her eyes
Flashed lightning like the angry skies;

And o'er her forehead, curving down,
Fell dark the shadow of a frown;

Then backward, deep and stormy fair,
She tossed the tempest of her hair;

Then of her lips' full rose disdain
Made a pink-folded bud again;

Then quicker than all utterance,
All changed: and at a word, a glance,

Her anger rained its tears, then passed;
And she was in my arms at last;

The austere woman, doubly dear,
And lovelier for each falling tear:

But why we quarreled, how it grew,
I can not tell, I never knew:

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Perhaps 't was Love; he, who, with tears,
Would show how fair a face appears;

As, after storm, the sky's more blue,
A wildflower 's fairer for the dew.