Flower Pieces and other poems By William Allingham: With two designs by Dante Gabriel Rossetti |
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EVEY.
Bud and leaflet, opening slowly,
Woo'd with tears by winds of Spring
Now, of June persuaded wholly,
Perfumes, flow'rs, and shadows bring.
Woo'd with tears by winds of Spring
Now, of June persuaded wholly,
Perfumes, flow'rs, and shadows bring.
Evey, in the linden alley,
All alone I met to-day,
Tripping to the sunny valley
Spread across with new-mown hay.
All alone I met to-day,
Tripping to the sunny valley
Spread across with new-mown hay.
Brown her soft curls, sunbeam-sainted,
Golden in the wavering flush;
Darker brown her eyes are, painted
Eye and fringe with one soft brush.
Golden in the wavering flush;
Darker brown her eyes are, painted
Eye and fringe with one soft brush.
Through the leaves a careless comer,
Never nymph of fount or tree
Could have press'd the floor of summer
With a lighter foot than she.
Never nymph of fount or tree
Could have press'd the floor of summer
With a lighter foot than she.
Can this broad hat, fasten'd under
With a bright blue ribbon's flow,
Change my pet so much, I wonder,
Of a month or two ago?
With a bright blue ribbon's flow,
Change my pet so much, I wonder,
Of a month or two ago?
Half too changed to speak I thought her,
Till the pictured silence broke,
Sweet and clear as dropping water,
In to words she sung or spoke.
Till the pictured silence broke,
Sweet and clear as dropping water,
In to words she sung or spoke.
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Few her words; yet, like a sister,
Trustfully she look'd and smiled;
'Twas but in my soul I kiss'd her,
As I used to kiss the child.
Trustfully she look'd and smiled;
'Twas but in my soul I kiss'd her,
As I used to kiss the child.
Shadows, which are not of sadness,
Touch her eyes, and brow above.
As pale wild roses dream of redness,
Dreams her innocent heart of love.
Touch her eyes, and brow above.
As pale wild roses dream of redness,
Dreams her innocent heart of love.
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