Poems (Spofford)/Two
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TWO.
Just two lilies on a stem,— Easily you had not toldWhich the sweeter was of them: This, wide heart of virgin gold; That, half shut, fold over fold.
Just two maidens, such as those Once the sons of God found fair:This, a blush that comes and goes, Caught upon the dimples' snare; That, half hid in dropping hair.
Flesh delicious as a peach; Voice like bird-song on the wing;Youth's soft glamour over each: But the soul,—ah, there 's the sting! Who of that said anything?