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ART
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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
ART
(MISS GERALDINE FARRAR IN “MADAMA BUTTERFLY”)
A little, loosened leaf of painted paper
Slow quivering down
From a stage Nagasaki cherry-tree
That screens a painted town.
Slow quivering down
From a stage Nagasaki cherry-tree
That screens a painted town.
And flitting back and forth in silken robes
A figure slight,
With orient gestures, and fixt orient smile,
And voice of pure delight.
A figure slight,
With orient gestures, and fixt orient smile,
And voice of pure delight.
And every note she sang and word she spoke
Was for her writ;
Not nature here, but art and artifice,
And cunning human wit.
Was for her writ;
Not nature here, but art and artifice,
And cunning human wit.
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Yet when that paper petal trembled down,
Spring thrilled the air;
And when she sang, I knew love's hight and depth
And passion and despair.
Spring thrilled the air;
And when she sang, I knew love's hight and depth
And passion and despair.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||