A cloud between you and earth’s bloom.
“The blue of heaven is in your eyes,
The heavens’ o’erarching paradise;
The sunshine’s gold doth crown your head
Your pouting lips are cherry-red;
The lily’s whiteness doth bedeck
The soft curves of your dimpled neck,
And on your cheek in beauty glows
And faint blush of the opening rose.”
Floy paced up and down the room awhile, yawned and threw herself down again in a chair at the window.