Poems (Spofford)/Palmistry

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PALMISTRY.
A little hand, a fair soft hand,
 Dimpled and sweet to kiss:
No sculptor ever carved from stone
 A lovelier hand than this.

A hand as idle and as white
 As lilies on their stems;
Dazzling with rosy finger-tips,
 Dazzling with crusted gems.

Another hand,—a tired old hand,
 Written with many lines;
A faithful, weary hand, whereon
 The pearl of great price shines!

For folded, as the wingéd fly
 Sleeps in the chrysalis,
Within this little palm I see
 That lovelier hand than this!

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