New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1872-01-21
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OFFICIAL JOURNAL OF NEW ORLEANS
CURL.
This delicate ringet rare
W hich hold with fingers aSlow,
Is full of the bright
Subdued starlight
Which danced in the pertumed hair
Of a woman once held fair;
And puzzle my brains to know
Ii the heart Of the woman or girl
Hath kept the iignt of The long ago
As long as the yellow curl.
What matter! Why. little or none
She is naught to me row, understand
But feel less sad
Than tearfLlly glad,
And thrill OF selfprde has run
Through my veins like flash of the sun,
That with unheeding a hand
can grasp a small part Of the gold
Which dazzled my brain when l planned and
For the love of that woman of old
See crush it tween finger and thumb,
Half in cruelty, half in jest
As she lies asleep
Does shudder creep
Through her heart and render it dumb!
Does a soIrowful whisper come
From her past, while Fer lord Is at rest,
BY her side, and none else are near,
While she shudders away from her husbands
And hides her face iu her fear!
Is her heart quite Wlthereu anu sore
Are the pledges forgotten Yet
That with flushing face,
In a secret place,
She breathed in my tinRling ear
In the morning of the year,
When after long parting we met
By the sea on the shadOwy lawn,
And talked till the sunset faded to Jet.
And the moon and stars made dawn!
As she lies in her wfely place,
With the wings of her white soul furled-
Do the red lips pressed
70 her husbands breast
Grow scol ched with the hot disgrace
OF the kisses placed on her face
When the mist of the night upcurled
From the that night Of June,
Aud made glamour wherein the world
Seemed close to the stars and moon!
By this ringlet of yellow hair,
Still full of the light forlOrn
OF that parting spot
Has she quite forgot
The passionate love she bore,
And the hope she promised to share
When this ringlet of gold was shOrn.
And the flowers felt the sun on the soil,
And the FREELY stars went ont i the morn,
And hurried back to my toll!
could crush it under my heel
Hath she forgotten the clear
Vision of fame
That died when her shame
Made my thick blood curae and reel
Hath she a heart to feel!
False to her vows year,
False and hollow as he'll,
False to the voice that warned IN her ear,
And false to her face as wellt
THIS curl that she gave to ME
Fell over a brow of snow;
SO twas near the bright
Spiritual light
That burned IN the brain-and see,
am kissing it tenderly.
She is asking for mercy know
SO kiss it again and again,
POr / know some charn' makes the KISSES glow,
Like fire through the womans brain
She can not choose but atone!
She must sin (by this curl that has cleaned
On her BROW in thought
Against him who bought
The heart already mine own,
And left me weeping alone.
IT'S charm and ray loss is redeemed!
And the sin gainst her lord VIII be
To emember how close to the stars We seemed
That night in the mist by the Sea-
She will look in her husbands face,
She will kiss MIN on the cheek;
She will kiss she will smile,
And all the while
In thought no other may trace
She N be back in that perfumed place.
Hearing the words that speak,
With heart too happy to grieve,
While the sunset dies with purple streak
'Neat til the whitening star OF eve
And the voice of the waves will bar
All harsher sounds from her ears.
She'll be under the moon
OF that night in June,
And the motions of moon and star
Will trouble her from a1aT;
And then, when the silver spheres
Fade ftfully each in its place, ..
And he red dawn breaks, she will wake IN tears,
And shrek at her husbands face!
And in time when again and again
have kissed the magical gold,
The man gross eyes
Will be open and wise,
And his heart will be feverish pain,
And doubt will arise IN his brain;
And ere she has grown very old
He will know hat she knows and knew,
And will the strange light of that night in her
cold
Face, and despise her too!
Then perchance in her yearning she may
BE bewildered and brought to shame
BY a delight,
SO like that night,
With its mimical glamour OF day,
That she cannot shake II away;
And following il she will roam,
To the dal knes IS whence ii came,
While the man bushes red in his darkened home
When the children utter her name
See. nv pas sionate lips warm
On the curl, in cruel bliss
In day milk
The charm would work
While she dreams of that night till her form
Was caught in the eddes OF storm
There's a devil impels me to kiss,
And my blood boils to and fro -
She asks for mercy Shall mercy like tbs
Be given her! No! no! no!
With the world, as it Gibbs and flows
Ny harsber heart is in tune;
Let the memory
OF her beauty he
Eurled in a soft repoSe
Round my heart, fike the leaves of a rose
The faith which has faded too soon
am tearing up by the root;
For the curl. Still bright with that night OF June,
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