The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1868-03-23
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Pattes de Velours.
Ay. YOU may bend your brows and frown on me,
And out of those beautiful eyes look down on me-
And wonder, perhaps, at the bold hostility
Oflooks that were wont to wear such humlht!.
Only Scholar-a book-worm, Madam
A quiet peace-loying child OF ADAM
Nothing here OF doub. or Of mystery
simple man, and simple history
Shake out the folds of your broidered robe MsaAH an
And smile with the sweetness and paueneo - WV
Madam; ,.,.,,r.
Your heart is pure and those dropping eyes OF
Suit marvellous wen that maiden guise OF yours
E1hale around you the strange divinity,
The subtle sense Of your white virg1nity'
Scatter the perfume and breathe the essence
OF q maiden soul and maiden presence.
Scholar Madam Ia mere inanity,-
Something you conquered to please your vanity
A man from the haunts of men long parted.
Yet human creature and buman-hearted.
Stay should my words have rough reality,
And something lack of conventona1ty,
Pardon 1.-The soul has its moments when II IS
Hard to tri1e with soft amenlhes.
You know where we met-I, Paul the STUDENT
You-Lady Blanche. the meek, the prudent,
yo-1i Dnipr dOye-lneQ
net,
And your angel face, with that smile upon it.
You know how we knelt by the village altar,
PRAYED the same prayers from the selt-same Psaer'
And all the love-fruit, bud and blossom,
TIL the day when the fair head lay In my oosoln'
Ah. Lady Blanche wasit well, pray you.
That tryst last night in the wood? What say you
You little dreamed, in yon beechen coppice,
There were eyes that outwatched the sleepy Poppes
You little dreamed when that gallant bowed him
To the Kiss wherewith your lips endowed him,
That there in the moonbeams pallid shiver
strong mans Life went out forever.
All, Lady Blanche, I am but q dullard.
A eombre spot in the many-colored
Beautiful web Of your life, that glows now
With the splendid bloom Of summer rose now.
And you-you delicate, fair-skinned creaturel
with your angel face and your demon nature,
And your soft saints hands-Nith the claws Of the
Devil
Pattss de Heloursi tbs as well to be civil.
KIN.
-.1-,, ~, v,o,,r v;,oi,, hroaat Madam
Pattes de PelouTs twas a bitter jest, Madam!
From the silken foot to the dainty ear, Madam,
Thrill to the core with your new found fear Madam
All alone and the house Is quiet;
flushed is the sound Of the festive riot;
Would hs, that pasteSoard gallant, hear now,
should You scream for his help with this bright
death near now.
ONLY touch and 'twould all be over!
And bouny sight for your holiday lover!
One little touch to sol7e the doubt with,
One gap to let the false soul out with!
A sluggish nature dull and plastic;
STEPPED to the eyes In dust scholastcP-
Ay those were the words in that tryst by the aurel
wen, you know best, We viii not quarrel.
Yet hearts as dull to the careless vision
Have plunged ere now TO as black perdition.
who knows what future soul 1t may save, too,
From the fatal wiles which have dug my grave TOO?
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Nay. nay, fear notl nm but student.
A simple man wild-eyed and prudent
And yoa-Lady Blanche,-the proud, the beauuful,
I crave yorz grace FOR my words undutiful.
Why should grudge your holiday lover
his prige poor fooli-or the cheat discover!
Perhaps he trusts your truth and pureness
As once trusted your soft occurrences.
will give up my loves rich Ruerdon,
Turn 10 the stsf the shoon. the burden;
Bury me once more in lore Rabbinical,
little harder-a thought more cynical.
And you-eo forth on your s1ken tourney,
ioust or two will tighten the journey.
Break q few more hearts for your gentle pastme,
Some day, sans doute, will bring the last time.
Only Scholar q simple soul, Madam
Only one act in your demon.role, Madaml
Puttes de Velours ss used TO say to you,
The cIaws struck Deep what matters GOOD day TO
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