Poem by Henry Kendall

Poems and Songs (1862). Clari

   Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife
    Is the Beauty you showed me this morning:
   Nor yet have I found the sweet dream of my life,
    And good-bye to the sneering and scorning.
   Would you have me cast down in the dark of her frown,
    Like others who bend at her shrine;
   And would barter their souls for a statue-like face,
    And a heart that can never be mine?
       That can never be theirs nor mine.

   Go after her, look at her, kneel at her feet,
    And mimic the lover romantic;
   I have hated deceit, and she misses the treat
    Of driving me hopelessly frantic!
   Now watch her, as deep in her carriage she lies,
    And love her, my friend, if you dare!
   She would wither your life with her beautiful eyes,
    And strangle your soul with her hair!
       With a mesh of her splendid hair.

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