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Three Studies for a Portrait
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THE GRAY MASK

I wish I could not see her heart
That is so passionate, so young,
For all love-words are said for her,
All love-songs sung:

Over light griefs her eyes grow wet,
Over gay silks her eyes grow gay,
She sighs, half-hopeful . . . "I forget
My hair is gray—"

"I dreamed a lover came for me
And courted me," she tells, "last night . . ."
Ah, kind dream-lover, who could find
Such tired eyes bright!

And yet . . . Perhaps some lad in heaven
Some day shall clasp her soul, and know
Unchanged, the little lass he left
So long ago.

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THE SEEKER

She was so full of restlessness,
So ceaselessly went to and fro
That it was hard for us to guess
What thing she wished to find or know: