Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face— Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent.
MAID of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go, Ζώη μου, σὰς ἀγαπῶ.
By those tresses unconfined, Woo'd by each Ægean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge, By those wild eyes like the roe, Ζώη μου, σὰς ἀγαπῶ.
By that lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell What words can never speak so well; By love's alternate joy and woe, Ζωη μου, τὰς ἀγαπῶ.
Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
GOOD-NIGHT! I have to say good-night To such a host of peerless things! Good-night unto that fragile hand All queenly with its weight of rings; Good-night to fond, uplifted eyes, Good-night to chestnut braided hair, Good-night unto the perfect mouth, And all the sweetness nestled there-
The snowy hand detains me, then I'll have to say Good-night again!
But there will come a time, my love, When, if I read our stars aright,
I shall not linger by this porch
With my adieus. Till then, good-night! You wish the time were now?
You do not blush to wish it so?
You would have blushed yourself to death To own so much a year ago—
What, both these snowy hands! ah, then I'll have to say Good-night again!
THE moth's kiss, first!
Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve,
How my face, your flower, had pursed Its petals up; so, here and there You brush it, till I grow aware Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.
The bee's kiss, now!
Kiss me as if you entered gay My heart at some noonday,
A bud that dares not disallow The claim, so all is rendered up, And passively its shattered cup Over your head to sleep I bow.
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