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THE MYSTERY
Your eyes drink of me,
Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
So close to mine,
Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
So close to mine,
We have long been lovers
We know the range
Of each other's moods
And how they change.
We know the range
Of each other's moods
And how they change.
But when we look
At each other so,
Then we feel
How little we know.
At each other so,
Then we feel
How little we know.
The spirit eludes us,
Timid and free—
Can I ever know you
Or you know me?
Timid and free—
Can I ever know you
Or you know me?
Everybody's MagazineSara Teasdale
EFFIGY OF A NUN
(Sixteenth Century)
Infinite gentleness, infinite irony
Are in this face with fast-sealed eyes,
And round this mouth that learned in loneliness
How useless their wisdom is to the wise.
Are in this face with fast-sealed eyes,
And round this mouth that learned in loneliness
How useless their wisdom is to the wise.
In her nun's habit carved, carefully, lovingly,
By one who knew the ways of womenkind,
This woman's face still keeps in its cold wistful calm,
All of the subtle pride of her mind.
By one who knew the ways of womenkind,
This woman's face still keeps in its cold wistful calm,
All of the subtle pride of her mind.
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