London lyrics by Frederick Locker Lampson: With introduction and notes by Austin Dobson |
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GERTRUDE'S GLOVE |
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GERTRUDE'S GLOVE
Elle avait au bout des ses manches
Une paire de mains si blanches!
Une paire de mains si blanches!
Slips of a kid-skin deftly sewn,
A scent as through her garden blown,
The tender hue that clothes her dove,
All these, and this is Gerty's Glove.
A scent as through her garden blown,
The tender hue that clothes her dove,
All these, and this is Gerty's Glove.
A Glove but lately dofft, for look—
It keeps the happy shape it took
Warm from her touch! What gave the glow?
And where's the Mould that shaped it so?
It keeps the happy shape it took
Warm from her touch! What gave the glow?
And where's the Mould that shaped it so?
It clasp'd the hand, so pure, so sleek,
Where Gerty rests a pensive cheek;
The hand that when the light wind stirs,
Reproves those laughing locks of hers.
Where Gerty rests a pensive cheek;
The hand that when the light wind stirs,
Reproves those laughing locks of hers.
You Fingers four, you little Thumb!
Were I but you, in days to come
I'd clasp, and kiss,—I'd keep her. Go
And tell her that I told you so.
Were I but you, in days to come
I'd clasp, and kiss,—I'd keep her. Go
And tell her that I told you so.
Kissingen, September 1871.
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