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To ---- Post by :ajarbour Category :Poems Author :Madison Julius Cawein Date :November 2011 Read :3585

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"Lydia, dic, per omnes
Te deos oro!"


What are the subtleties
Which woo me in her eyes
To oaths she deems but lies,
I can not tell, I can not tell,
Nor will she.
They are beyond my thought.
For when I gaze I'm nought,
My senses all unwrought,
It is not well, it is not well,
Now Lily!


What is the magic sweet
Which makes hot pulses beat,
A wayward tongue repeat
A name for weeks, a name for weeks
Will, nill he?
Ai me! the pleasant pain
Falls sweetly on the brain
Like some slow sunny rain,
Whene'er she speaks, whene'er she speaks
This Lily.


What is the witchery rare
Which snares me in her hair
So deeply that I dare,
I dare not move, I dare not move,--
Lie stilly?
In looks and winning ways
The bloom of love she lays
Like fire on all my days,
And makes me love, and makes me love
This Lily.

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