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Thy Modesties of Silk and Lace

Thy modesties of silk and lace reveal
A soul more beauteous that art. Thou shade
Of hidden mystery, epistle seal
Untouched, a memory no time can fade
Before the deed is done, unblooméd bud,
Unsullied snow, uninkéd paper white,
Thou passage of the martyrs holy blood,
And sudden dawn o’erflowed with sunless light,
I hope to find thy truest self in time,
So let these ticking hands make haste, then stop
When human eyes doth pierce thy veil sublime.
O Patience, madd’ning virtue, layers drop
Away from her fair form, but like a star
They burn so bright, and fall in fields afar.

A Winter's Bloom

Though frigid climes doth bare the pavéd road,
I search in hazy blindness through the snow.
Reciting all the time an ancient ode
That doth entreat the gods to look below
And shower mercy on their Springless son.
I ne’er have known so bleak a frost, nor Spring
So distantly: that I would see a flower none,
Nor hear an early love-bird start to sing.
O how I seek my flower without fear,
For ne’er a season could o’ercast her blush.
Her reddened glows of innocence are clear
Beneath the snow; and be her trapped ‘mid brush,

Or thicket wild, she’ll lead me from this gloom,
And then, long-last reveal my Winter’s Bloom.