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Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3808 (July 1st, 1914)
Enigma by Arthur A. Lodge
4255919Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3808 (July 1st, 1914) — EnigmaArthur A. Lodge
My love to me is cold,
And no more seeks my gaze; I wonder why!
The smile of welcome that I loved of old
No longer lights her eye.

One little week ago
I asked no surer guide than Cupid's chart;
I said, Your eyes reveal the depths below,
And I can read your heart."

She let her shy gaze fall,
And smiling asked, "Is then my face a screed,
My brow an open love-letter, where all
The world my thoughts may read?

Said I, "The world, I'll vow,
Is blind! Myself alone may see the signs,
And know the message written on your brow:
I read between the lines."

My dear to me is cold;
Gone somewhere is the love-light from her eye;
And, when our ways meet, stately she doth hold
Her course. I wonder why.