A LIGHT WOMAN.
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6.
The eagle am I, with my fame in the world,
The wren is he, with his maiden face.
—You look away and your lip is curled?
Patience, a moment's space!
The eagle am I, with my fame in the world,
The wren is he, with his maiden face.
—You look away and your lip is curled?
Patience, a moment's space!
7.
For see—my friend goes shaking and white;
He eyes me as the basilisk:
I have turned, it appears, his day to night,
Eclipsing his sun's disc.
For see—my friend goes shaking and white;
He eyes me as the basilisk:
I have turned, it appears, his day to night,
Eclipsing his sun's disc.
8.
And I did it, he thinks, as a very thief:
"Though I love her—that he comprehends—
One should master one's passions, (love, in chief)
And be loyal to one's friends!"
And I did it, he thinks, as a very thief:
"Though I love her—that he comprehends—
One should master one's passions, (love, in chief)
And be loyal to one's friends!"
