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INTERLUDES.
MADELEINE.
THOU seem'st of marble wrought, O Madeleine—
A cold Pentelic white, without a stain
Of tints that show the faintest flush of fire.
Immovable, clear eyed, unknown of pain,
Calm, still, well poised—before whose eyes desire
Flees fast as wind before a freezing rain,
O Madeleine.
A cold Pentelic white, without a stain
Of tints that show the faintest flush of fire.
Immovable, clear eyed, unknown of pain,
Calm, still, well poised—before whose eyes desire
Flees fast as wind before a freezing rain,
O Madeleine.
Ali men have yearned for thee, O Madeleine:
Thou hast not turned to them; thou would'st not deign
To give one sign. So if I died, and fell—
Thou hast not turned to them; thou would'st not deign
To give one sign. So if I died, and fell—
