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ts delicate fabric hath the colour Of lovely and velutinous skin. Its perfect freshness maketh duller Environing hues incarnadine. For as some rare patrician features Eclipse the brows of ruddier gleam, So masquerade as rustic creatures Gay sisters of this rose supreme. But, dear one, if your hand caress it, And raise it for its sweet perfume, Ere yet your velvet cheek shall press it, 'T will fade before a fairer bloom. No rose in all the world so tender, That gloweth in the springtime fleet, But shall its every charm surrender Unto your seventeen years, my sweet. A face hath more than petal's power: A pure heart's blood that blushing flows O'er youth's nobility, is flower High sovereign over every rose. CARMEN Slender is Carmen, of lissome guise, Her hair is black as the midnight's heart; Dark circles are under her gypsy eyes, Her swarthy skin is the devil's art. The women will mock at her form and face; But the men will follow her all the day. Toledo's Archbishop (now save His Grace!) Tones his mass at her knees, they say. Nestled in warmth of her amber neck Lies a massive coil, till she fling it down To be a raiment to frame and deck Her delicate body from foot to crown. Then out from her pallid face with power Her witching, terrible smiles compel. Her mouth is a mystical poison-flower That hath drawn its crimson from hearts in hell. The haughtiest beauty must yield her fame, When this strange vision shall dusk her sky. For Carmen rules, and her glance's flame Shall set the torch to satiety. Wild, graceless Carmen!--Though yet this be, Savour she hath of a world undreamt, Of a world of wonder, whose salt young sea Provoked a Venus to rise and tempt. WHAT THE SWALLOWS SAY AN AUTUMN SONG The dry, brown leaves have dropped forlorn, And lie amid the golden grass. The wind is fresh both eve and morn. But where are summer days, alas! The tardy flowers the autumn stayed For latter treasures now unfold. The dahlia dons its gay cockade, Its flaming cap the marigold. Rain stirs the pool with pelt and shock. The swallows to the roof repair, Confabulating as they flock And feel the winter in the air. By hundreds gather they to vow Their little yearnings and intents. Saith one: "'T is fair in Athens now, Upon the sun-warm battlements! "Thither I go to take my nap Upon the Parthenon high and free. My cornice nest is in the gap A cannon-ball made there for me.
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