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not steep'd in golden languors, nced summer calm is thine,
ver varying Madeline. light and shadow thou dost range, n glances, sweet and strange, spites, and darling angers, iry forms of flitting change.
frowning, evermore, perfect in love-lore. us deep and clear are thine hy smiles : but who may know smile or frown be fleeter ? smile or frown be sweeter, may know?
Nor martyr-flames, nor trenchant swords
Can do away that ancient lie ;
A gentler death shall Falsehood die, Shot thro' and thro’ with cunning words.
Weak Truth a-leaning on her crutch,
Wan, wasted Truth in her utmost need,
Until she be an athlete bold,
weary with a finger's touch Those writhed limbs of lightning speed ;
Like that strange angel which of old, Until the breaking of the light, Wrestled with wandering Israel,
Past Yabbok brook the livelong night, And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel,
Thou art not steep'd in golden languors,
Ever varying Madeline.
Sudden glances, sweet and strange,
And airy forms of flitting change.
Smiling, frowning, evermore,
The intuitive decision of a bright
Error from crime; a prudence to withhold ;
The laws of marriage character'd in gold
Of subtle-paced counsel in distress,
Winning its way with extreme gentleness Thro' all the outworks of suspicious pride; A courage to endure and to obey ; A hate of gossip parlance, and of sway, Crown'd Isabel, thro' all her placid life The
queen of marriage, a most perfect wife.
The mellow'd reflex of a winter moon;
A clear stream flowing with a muddy one,
The vexed eddies of its wayward brother :
A leaning and upbearing parasite,
Clothing the stem, which else had fallen quite, With cluster'd flower-bells and ambrosial orbs
Of rich fruit-bunches leaning on each other,
(Though all her fairest forms are types of thee,