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Madeline

         
            I.

      Thou art not steep’d in golden languors,
         No tranced summer calm is thine,
         Ever varying Madeline.
         Thro’ light and shadow thou dost range,
         Sudden glances, sweet and strange,
      Delicious spites and darling angers,
         And airy forms of flitting change.

       

            II.

      Smiling, frowning, evermore,
      Thou art perfect in love-lore.
      Revealings deep and clear are thine
      Of wealthy smiles; but who may know
      Whether smile or frown be fleeter?
      Whether smile or frown be sweeter,
                  Who may know?
      Frowns perfect-sweet along the brow
      Light-glooming over eyes divine,
      Like little clouds sun-fringed, are thine,
                  Ever varying Madeline.
         Thy smile and frown are not aloof
            From one another,
            Each to each is dearest brother;
         Hues of the silken sheeny woof
            Momently shot into each other.
                  All the mystery is thine;
         Smiling, frowning, evermore,
         Thou art perfect in love-lore,
                  Every varying Madeline.

       

            III.

      A subtle, sudden flame,
         By veering passion fann’d,
            About thee breaks and dances:
         When I would kiss thy hand,
      The flush of anger’d shame
            O’erflows thy calmer glances,
      And o’er black brows drops down
      A sudden-curved frown:
      But when I turn away,
      Thou, willing me to stay,
         Wooest not, nor vainly wranglest,
            But, looking fixedly the while,
         All my bounding heart entanglest
            In a golden-nettled smile;
      Then in madness and in bliss,
      If my lips should dare to kiss
      Thy taper fingers amorously,
      Again thou blushest angrily;
      And o’er black brows drops down
      A sudden-curved frown.
       


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