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 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
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THE QUARREL
An instant only and her eyes
Flashed lightning like the angry skies;
Flashed lightning like the angry skies;
And o'er her forehead, curving down,
Fell dark the shadow of a frown;
Fell dark the shadow of a frown;
Then backward, deep and stormy fair,
She tossed the tempest of her hair;
She tossed the tempest of her hair;
Then of her lips' full rose disdain
Made a pink-folded bud again;
Made a pink-folded bud again;
Then quicker than all utterance,
All changed: and at a word, a glance,
All changed: and at a word, a glance,
Her anger rained its tears, then passed;
And she was in my arms at last;
And she was in my arms at last;
The austere woman, doubly dear,
And lovelier for each falling tear:
And lovelier for each falling tear:
But why we quarreled, how it grew,
I can not tell, I never knew:
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;
Would show how fair a face appears;
As, after storm, the sky's more blue,
A wildflower 's fairer for the dew.
A wildflower 's fairer for the dew.
| The poems of Madison Cawein | |