The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems/Pages from Life
PAGES FROM LIFE
Not for your tender eyes that shine,Nor for your red lips pulsing wine,I love you, dear: your soul divine,In sweet captivity, holds mine!. . . . . . . . .The tender eyes have lost their glow,The flagons of the lips run low,The autumn trembles in the air,—A woman passes solitaire!