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Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер) A Weeping Cupid Why love! I thought you were gay and fair, Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so black, Whose sullen gloom twin eyes give back, Poor little god in tears, alack! Why love! I thought in your smiling cheek Dainty dimples played hide and seek; Passing by like a winter’s night, With stormy sighs from lips all white. Poor little god, how comes your plight? A maiden said you were tall and bold, With an arm of steel and a heart of gold; Whose changing face would make her day; When came a frown, the sunshine play Of smiles would chase the clouds away. A youth once said you were like a maid With sunny hair in a golden braid; Whose cheeks were each a rose uncurled; And brow a lilybell unfurled; The fairest maid in all the world. Why love! I find you so weak and small, A human child, not a god at all; Two angry, sleepy eyes that cry, Two little hands so soft and shy, I’ll hush you with a lullaby. Come, love! Dora Sigerson Shorter's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1204 |
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