[Poems by Lowell in] American Literature A Journal of Literary History, Criticism, and Bibliography : volume XXXV number 3 November 1963 |
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Rebecca's Valentine
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III
Rebecca's Valentine
Great was the servant's joy, who met
Rebecca at the well,
With patriarchal, mild regret
He saw the round arms curve to set
The pitcher on the braided jet
That o'er smooth shoulders fell.
Rebecca at the well,
With patriarchal, mild regret
He saw the round arms curve to set
The pitcher on the braided jet
That o'er smooth shoulders fell.
Then as he felt the garments sweep
Musk-odored by his side
He sat good Jew & reckoned deep
How many camels, asses, sheep,
The lucky son in law would reap
Who made the fair his bride.
Musk-odored by his side
He sat good Jew & reckoned deep
How many camels, asses, sheep,
The lucky son in law would reap
Who made the fair his bride.
As, better than the desert well
The tea pots fragrant stream,
As Mochas berry breeds a spell
More sweet than o'er the Hebrew fell,
So my Rebecca doth excel
His Hebrew rapture's theme.
The tea pots fragrant stream,
As Mochas berry breeds a spell
More sweet than o'er the Hebrew fell,
So my Rebecca doth excel
His Hebrew rapture's theme.
Less dear than then, less rosy-sweet
She by thy side were dim;
And, long as by the urn we meet,
Long as thy little fingers feat
Dispense mild Hysons harmless heat,
I, triumph over him.
She by thy side were dim;
And, long as by the urn we meet,
Long as thy little fingers feat
Dispense mild Hysons harmless heat,
I, triumph over him.
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