@3Andante@1 Background of dark deep brown, Velvet-rich, Velvet-soft, And against it My lotus-lady, slim and white. ... So Whistler might have painted Her dainty grace. ... all But the vivid flash Of her eyes (Blue-gray,—so beautiful!) And the quick gladness of her smile ... subtle Life-shimmers too fine For brush and color. @3Pieta@1 There was a battle. I fought well,— Or ill ... que sais-je? ... (The Lord will tell me On the Last Day.) But I was beaten to my knees And to the ground ... They trampled over me While I lay bleeding. ... Mother Sky and her Star-children Looked coldly down on my agony And neither shuddered Nor smiled. Then, White through the dusk A woman's child-face Bent over me ... How she looked at me With her Madonna-mild eyes,— Unpitying, Unsmiling, Yet gentle-sweet, Like our Heaven-Lady's love. ... Soft white hands She laid on my forehead ... And bound up my wounds, And with her kiss Called my soul Back to its sad dwelling. ... |