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CLEAR-HEADED friend, whose joyful scorn, Edged with sharp laughter, cuts atwain

The knots that tangle human creeds, The wounding cords that bind and strain

The heart until it bleeds, Ray-fringed eyelids of the morn

Roof not a glance so keen as thine :

If aught of prophecy be mine,
Thou wilt not live in vain.

Low-cowering shall the Sophist sit ;

Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow :

Fair-fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit.

Regr marty: -frames. Thor trenenan. #OTUS

(a di awas thai ancient in :

A rentier deati. snal Faisenoor dit. fue tono anc tira miti cimnmr words.

Weat Iruti. &- leaning o her crutei..

Wal, wastec Iruti il her urmasi need,
Thy kingir intellect snal feed.

Tintii she be an atniete boile,
Ând weary with a finger's touet
Those writhed limbs of lightning speec :

Likt that strange ange' which of old, Tinti the breaking of the light, Wrestled withi wandering Israel,

Past Tabbok brook the livelong night. And heaven s mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel.

MADELINE.

Thou art not steep'd in golden languors,
No tranced summer calm is thine,

Ever varying Madeline.
Thro’ light and shadow thou dost range,

Sudden glances, sweet and strange,
Delicious spites, and darling angers,

And airy forms of fitting change.

Smiling, frowning, evermore,
Thou art perfect in love-lore.
Revealings deep and clear are thine
Of wealthy smiles : but who may know
Whether smile or frown be fleeter?

Whether smile or frown be sweeter,

Who
may

know?

VOL. I.

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Frowns perfect-sweet along the brow
Light-glooming over eyes divine
Like little clouds sun-fringed, are thine,

Ever varying Madeline.
Thy smile and frown are not aloof

From one another,

Each to each is dearest brother ;

Hues of the silken sheeny woof
Momently shot into each other.

All the mystery is thine ;
Smiling, frowning, evermore,
Thou art perfect in love-lore,

Ever varying Madeline.

A subtle, sudden flame,
By veering passion fann'd,

About thee breaks and dances ;
When I would kiss thy hand,

The flush of anger'd shame

O'erflows thy calmer glances, And o'er black brows drops down A sudden-curved frown :

But when I turn away,

Thou, willing me to stay,
Wooest not, nor vainly wranglest ;

But, looking fixedly the while,
All my bounding heart entanglest

In a golden-netted smile ;
Then in madness and in bliss,
If my lips should dare to kiss
Thy taper fingers amorously,
Again thou blushest angerly ;
And o'er black brows drops down
A sudden-curved frown.

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