Volume Ii Part 20 (1/2)
”MEET WE NO ANGELS, PANSIE?”
Came, on a Sabbath morn, my sweet, In white, to find her lover; The gra.s.s grew proud beneath her feet, The green elm-leaves above her:-- Meet we no angels, Pansie?
She said, ”We meet no angels now”; And soft lights streamed upon her; And with white hand she touched a bough; She did it that great honor:-- What! meet no angels, Pansie?
O sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes, Down-dropped brown eyes, so tender!
Then what said I?--gallant replies Seem flattery, and offend her:-- But,--meet we no angels, Pansie?
Thomas Ashe [1836-1889]
TO DAPHNE
Like apple-blossoms, white and red; Like hues of dawn, which fly too soon; Like bloom of peach, so softly spread; Like thorn of May and rose of June-- Oh, sweet! oh, fair! beyond compare, Are Daphne's cheeks, Are Daphne's blus.h.i.+ng cheeks, I swear.
That pretty rose, which comes and goes Like April suns.h.i.+ne in the sky, I can command it when I choose-- See how it rises if I cry: Oh, sweet! oh, fair! beyond compare, Are Daphne's cheeks, Are Daphne's blus.h.i.+ng cheeks, I swear.
Ah! when it lies round lips and eyes, And fades away, again to spring, No lover, sure, could ask for more Than still to cry, and still to sing: Oh, sweet! oh, fair! beyond compare, Are Daphne's cheeks, Are Daphne's blus.h.i.+ng cheeks, I swear.
Walter Besant [1836-1901]
”GIRL OF THE RED MOUTH”
Girl of the red mouth, Love me! Love me!
Girl of the red mouth, Love me!
'Tis by its curve, I know, Love fas.h.i.+oneth his bow, And bends it--ah, even so!
Oh, girl of the red mouth, love me!
Girl of the blue eye, Love me! Love me!
Girl of the dew eye, Love me!
Worlds hang for lamps on high; And thought's world lives in thy l.u.s.trous and tender eye-- Oh, girl of the blue eye, love me!
Girl of the swan's neck, Love me! Love me!
Girl of the swan's neck, Love me!
As a marble Greek doth grow To his steed's back of snow, Thy white neck sits thy shoulder so,-- Oh, girl of the swan's neck, love me!
Girl of the low voice, Love me! Love me!
Girl of the sweet voice, Love me!
Like the echo of a bell,-- Like the bubbling of a well,-- Sweeter! Love within doth dwell,-- Oh, girl of the low voice, love me!