Autumn Night
Where, silken robed, you sit with pensive pout,
And pluck forth scentful petals from a rose!
And pluck forth scentful petals from a rose!
You, with your languid face and lily hands,
And loosened hair low tumbled in your neck—
Where, freed from ruffled coil rust-coloured strands
Cunningly curled, your skin's fine fairness fleck!
And loosened hair low tumbled in your neck—
Where, freed from ruffled coil rust-coloured strands
Cunningly curled, your skin's fine fairness fleck!
How pale your cheek beside that pink rose pressed
Pettishly where your own blood roses sleep—
So faintly flushed your lips curl back caressed
By tongues of orange light that towards you leap. . . .
Pettishly where your own blood roses sleep—
So faintly flushed your lips curl back caressed
By tongues of orange light that towards you leap. . . .
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