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Smiling, frowning, evermore,
Thou art perfect in lovelore.
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 sunfringed, are thine,
Evervarying 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 lovelore,
Evervarying Madeline.