V
SURELY a brightness moves with me,
For José gazes long and sighs,
Above the pages dim to see
For ghosts of youth that brush his eyes.
For José gazes long and sighs,
Above the pages dim to see
For ghosts of youth that brush his eyes.
And gazing long, old Marta said:
"Some new device has made thee fair,
Yet have I often seen these red
Pomegranate flowers against thy hair."
"Some new device has made thee fair,
Yet have I often seen these red
Pomegranate flowers against thy hair."
I would not have them understand
The hidden thoughts that give me grace,
Nor guess the lights that dreams have fanned,
And read their shining in my face.
The hidden thoughts that give me grace,
Nor guess the lights that dreams have fanned,
And read their shining in my face.
But all my heart the Virgin knows.
Before her eyes, so wise they were,
I laid my secret like a rose:
"Mother, I love!" I cried to her.
Before her eyes, so wise they were,
I laid my secret like a rose:
"Mother, I love!" I cried to her.
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