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Henry Austin Dobson

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The ladies of St. James’s!
They’re painted to the eyes;
Their white it stays forever
Their red it never dies:
But Phillida, my Phillida!
Her color comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,—
It wavers to a rose.
--
At the Sign of the Lyre (1885).

 
Henry Austin Dobson

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Upon the trembling eyelid, till the world
Wavers within its circle like a dream,
Holds more of meaning in its narrow orb
Than all the distant landscape that it blurs.

 
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And the lily whispers, "I wait."

 
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