288 IS IT WISE?
For close beside his falling feet A shining footstep followed too,
And some saw gleaming wings anear, They softly said. Perhaps twas true.
��IS IT WISE?
THE ring on my pretty friend s finger Is troth-plight, you say. Is it true ? All the upreaching dreams softly vanished, Because bonny eyes are so blue ?
Leaving starlight that bid her look upward, For glow-worm that lies at her feet,
Because the thick locks are so golden ; Because the soft smile is so sweet.
Left the bridge to be trusted for ever,
A stay for the foot evermore, For the wearisome ford in the valley,
Growing steep on the hitherward shore ?
Has she turned from the rock s steady shadow, Where trust, would be safety alway,
To the gay little tent by the roadside A zephyr might shiver away ?
From the marble by skill fitly graven, With thought through its carving ashine,
To the image of clay gayly gilded, And painted with coloring fine ?
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