 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
TO ISOBEL.
Tasmanian Witch, whose dark and dewy eyes
Shine forth beneath a cloud of glorious hair,
As from the heart of thunder-laden skies,
The moon steps out on her celestial stair!
Shine forth beneath a cloud of glorious hair,
As from the heart of thunder-laden skies,
The moon steps out on her celestial stair!
Remove, I beg, the spell that deeply ties
My heart to thine with which it cannot pair,
And cease to be so pitilessly fair
To one who vainly from thy beauty flies.
My heart to thine with which it cannot pair,
And cease to be so pitilessly fair
To one who vainly from thy beauty flies.
Why dost thou waste on an unworthy aim,
Those sorceries which but torment my breast,
When loftier victims thy enchantments claim?
Those sorceries which but torment my breast,
When loftier victims thy enchantments claim?
Oh, if that soul has ever known unrest,
Release me from thy charms which burn like flame,
And be most kind as thou art loveliest.
Release me from thy charms which burn like flame,
And be most kind as thou art loveliest.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |