When she made Beauty live and thrill for me.
Songs of Women
BLUE MOON
OH I was young an’ feared o’ pain
When I went hot-lovering down the lane.
I sipped sweet honey wi’ my red lips,
An’ I touched fire wi’ my finger-tips,
But I drew them back again—
For the withered, gray woman so old and wise,
Wi’ the queer, hushed voice an’ the listening eyes,