The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
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PERFUME.
False girl! thy sweetness had a price,
Thy richest scent was bought with gold;
But real attractions are not sold,
And vain is all thine artifice.
Thy richest scent was bought with gold;
But real attractions are not sold,
And vain is all thine artifice.
The maid whose sweetness is her own
Needs not the attar's sprinkled showers;
Nor Essence of a Thousand Flowers;
Nor fragrant Water of Cologne.
Needs not the attar's sprinkled showers;
Nor Essence of a Thousand Flowers;
Nor fragrant Water of Cologne.
I seek her as the honey bee
Seeks out some earthly paradise;
Till in the pools of her blue eyes
The image of myself I see.
Seeks out some earthly paradise;
Till in the pools of her blue eyes
The image of myself I see.
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