Poems (Hooper)/On an Old Portrait
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ON AN OLD PORTRAIT.
Eyes that outsmiled the morn,
Behind your golden lashes,
What are your fires now?
Ashes!
Behind your golden lashes,
What are your fires now?
Ashes!
Cheeks that outblushed the rose,
White arms and snowy bust,
What is your beauty now?
Dust!
White arms and snowy bust,
What is your beauty now?
Dust!