Ryan, Sara Agnes · Chicago : The Mayer and Miller Co. · leaf 324
waste a soul. What word of fateHides twixt the lips that smile and still for-bear?Secret perfection! Mystery too fair!Tangle the sense no more, lest I should hateThe delicate tyranny, the inviolatePoise of thy folded hands, the fallen hair.Nay, nay,—I wrong thee with rough words; still beSerene,… … Mona Lisa Da VinH Leonardo da Vinci. MONA LISA. She gave me all a woman can,Nor her souls nunnery forego,A confidence that man to manWithout remorse can never show. Eare art, that can the sense refineTill not a pulse rebellious stirs,And, since she never can be mine,Makes it seem sweeter to be…
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