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XVTO A CHILD
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XV
TO A CHILD
The soft blue fire within thine eyes,
The blush-rose of the rounded cheek,
The curve of the caressing lips
Moulded to motions meek,—
All are too fugitive!
These cannot live, my little one!
These cannot live.
The blush-rose of the rounded cheek,
The curve of the caressing lips
Moulded to motions meek,—
All are too fugitive!
These cannot live, my little one!
These cannot live.
The golden glances in thy hair,
The grief-unfretted forehead fine,
The gracious harmony of form
Marr'd by no coarser line;—
All are too fugitive!
These cannot live, my little one!
These cannot live.
The grief-unfretted forehead fine,
The gracious harmony of form
Marr'd by no coarser line;—
All are too fugitive!
These cannot live, my little one!
These cannot live.
As the full birdweed-bloom in June,
Where purple stain'd on purple lies,
The masterpiece of Flora, one
One short day burns, and dies,—
All are too fugitive!
These cannot live, my little one!
These cannot live.
Where purple stain'd on purple lies,
The masterpiece of Flora, one
One short day burns, and dies,—
All are too fugitive!
These cannot live, my little one!
These cannot live.
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But the clear message of the eyes
When truth in silence speaks and glows;
The candour of the faithful lips
Now rosier than the rose—
The rose is fugitive—
But these will live, my little one!
But these will live.
When truth in silence speaks and glows;
The candour of the faithful lips
Now rosier than the rose—
The rose is fugitive—
But these will live, my little one!
But these will live.
But the mind's inner grace, the form
That 'neath this outward hidden lies;
More beautiful than beauty's self
Beneath its dear disguise:—
These are not fugitive!
These gifts will live, my little one!
But these will live.
That 'neath this outward hidden lies;
More beautiful than beauty's self
Beneath its dear disguise:—
These are not fugitive!
These gifts will live, my little one!
But these will live.
The radiance of the open soul
Pure from all touch of self and ill,
The heart at unison with the head,
The gracious woman's will:—
These are not fugitive;
These, these, will live, my little one!
These ever live.
Pure from all touch of self and ill,
The heart at unison with the head,
The gracious woman's will:—
These are not fugitive;
These, these, will live, my little one!
These ever live.
September, 1873
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