Along the trail a book of lyrics by Richard Hovey |
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A CAPRICE OF OGAROW. TO M. P. |
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A CAPRICE OF OGAROW. TO M. P.
It is a sweet coquetting. I can seeAbove the fan the rogue eyes' merry leer,
The fitful feigned retreatings that appear
To court pursuit, the cheeks that dimple with glee
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A little way and wait as if for fear
Light love should yield the chase,—so sweet and clear
The violin speech tells its tale to me.
O art's rose lady, such themes have their part
In beryl-wrought rare delicate interludes;
But give not unto these thy queenlier art.
Rather shouldst thou unsphinx the rarer moods
Of Chopin passioning in a star's red heart,
Of Schubert sighing in the solitudes.
1887
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