Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

A Portrait

LIKE the sway of the silver birch in the breeze of dawn
        Is her dainty way;
Like the gray of a twilight sky or a starlit lawn
        Are her eyes of gray;
Like the clouds in their moving white
        Is her breast's soft stir;
And white as the moon and bright
        Is the soul of her.

Like murmur of woods in spring ere the leaves be green,
        Like the voice of a bird
That sings by a stream that sings through the night unseen,
        So her voice is heard.
And the secret her eyes withhold
        In my soul abides,
For white as the moon and cold
        Is the heart she hides.

1. Mary of Magdala
2. The Death of Agnes
3. A Tragedy
4. The Home-Coming
5. In Trouble

Dorothy Parker (Дороти Паркер) A Portrait ("Because my love is quick to come and go")

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