Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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OLD IVORIES
A window full of ancient things, and while,Lured by their solemn tints, I crossed the street,
A face was there that in its tranquil style,
Almost obscure, at once remote and sweet,
Moved me by pleasure of similitude—
For, flanked by golden ivories, that face,
Her face, looked forth in even and subdued
Deep power, while all the shining, all the grace
Came from the passing of Time over her,
Sorrow with Time; there was no age, no spring:
On those smooth brows no promise was astir,
No hope outlived: herself a perfect thing,
She stood by that time-burnished reliquary
Simple as Aphrodite by the sea.
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