Poems (Spofford)/Two
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TWO.
Just two lilies on a stem,—
Easily you had not told
Which the sweeter was of them:
This, wide heart of virgin gold;
That, half shut, fold over fold.
Easily you had not told
Which the sweeter was of them:
This, wide heart of virgin gold;
That, half shut, fold over fold.
Just two maidens, such as those
Once the sons of God found fair:
This, a blush that comes and goes,
Caught upon the dimples' snare;
That, half hid in dropping hair.
Once the sons of God found fair:
This, a blush that comes and goes,
Caught upon the dimples' snare;
That, half hid in dropping hair.
Flesh delicious as a peach;
Voice like bird-song on the wing;
Youth's soft glamour over each:
But the soul,—ah, there 's the sting!
Who of that said anything?
Voice like bird-song on the wing;
Youth's soft glamour over each:
But the soul,—ah, there 's the sting!
Who of that said anything?