. Flora . INNOCENCY. MIRAGE Strange fabled face ! From sterile shore to shore Oer plunging seas, thick-sprent with glistening brine,The voyagers of the World with sail and heavy oar,Have sought thy inexorable hath lured them on :Remote unnamed stars enclustering gleam—Burn in thy flowered locks, diough creeping daybreak wanProve thee but dream. Noonday to night the enigma of thine eyes Frets with desire their travel-wearied brain,Till in the vast of dark the ice-cold moon ariseAnd pour them peace again;And with malign iiiirage uprears an isleOf fountain and palm, and courts of ja
. Flora . INNOCENCY. MIRAGE Strange fabled face ! From sterile shore to shore Oer plunging seas, thick-sprent with glistening brine,The voyagers of the World with sail and heavy oar,Have sought thy inexorable hath lured them on :Remote unnamed stars enclustering gleam—Burn in thy flowered locks, diough creeping daybreak wanProve thee but dream. Noonday to night the enigma of thine eyes Frets with desire their travel-wearied brain,Till in the vast of dark the ice-cold moon ariseAnd pour them peace again;And with malign iiiirage uprears an isleOf fountain and palm, and courts of jasmine and rose,Whence far decoy of siren throats their souls beguile,And maddening fragrance flows. Lo, in the milken light, in tissue of goldThine apparition gathers in the air—Nay, but the seas are deep, and the round world old, And thou art named, MIRAGE. SEPHINA Black lacqueys at the wide-flung door Stand mute as men of like a pool the ball-room floor—A burnished hundred waxen tapers shineFrom silver sconces ; sofdy pineCello, fiddle, mandoline, To music defdy wooed—And dancers in cambric, satin, silk,With glancing hair and cheeks like milk,Wreathe, curtsey, intertwine. The drowse of roses lulls the airWafted up the marble warbling water clucks the room to room in splendour walkGuests, smiling in the aery sheen ;Carmine and azure, white and green,They stoop and languish, pace and preen Bare shoulder, painted fan,Gemmed wrist and ringer, neck of swan ;And still the pluckt strings warble on ;Still from the snow-bowered, link-lit streetThe muffled hooves of horses beat;And harness rings ; and foam-fleckt bitClanks as the slim heads toss and stareFrom deep, dark eyes. Smiling, at ease,Mount to the porch the pomped grandeesIn lonely state, by twos, and threes,Exchanging languid courte
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