 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE HEART AND ITS TREASURE.
I throned an image on a silver seat,
And poured a wealth of curves and colours round,
I fenced it in with music sad and sweet,
And made the chamber sorrow's secret ground.
And poured a wealth of curves and colours round,
I fenced it in with music sad and sweet,
And made the chamber sorrow's secret ground.
I bade the lights and shadows softly meet,
And added consecration's solemn bound;
But in the morning I arose, and found
My pretty idol fallen at my feet.
And added consecration's solemn bound;
But in the morning I arose, and found
My pretty idol fallen at my feet.
And then I mourned as men that love too well,
That dearly win what they so cheaply woo—
And theirs are helpless gods, they know not who;
That dearly win what they so cheaply woo—
And theirs are helpless gods, they know not who;
For when my idol from its empire fell,
It was no less my haughty spirit's knell,
And when it broke my heart was broken too.
It was no less my haughty spirit's knell,
And when it broke my heart was broken too.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |