Yet I half hate her. She has all
That would ensure an angel's fall—
But there's a cool collected look,
As if her pulses beat by book—
A measure'd tone, a cold reply,
A management of voice and eye,
A calm, possess'd, authentic air,
That leaves a doubt of softness there,
'Till—look and worship as I may—
My fever'd thoughts will pass away.
And when she lifts her fringing lashes,
And her dark eye like star-light flashes—
And when she plays her quiet wile
Of that calm look, and measur'd smile,
I go away like one who's heard
In some fine scene the prompter's word,
And make a vow to break her chain,
And keep it—till we meet again.
ERRATA.—[16]th page, 10th line from top, "as if it were" for "as it were." Same page 11th line from top "incense" for "insense." [46]th page, 11th line from the bottom, "go its channel" for "go up its channel." Page [60], 2nd line, "As you like it," for "Much ado about Nothing." In the table of Contents "A Portrait," page [90], is omitted.
Transcriber's notes:
Original spelling retain'd.
Errata not corrected.
The Table of Contents is also missing a reference to Sonnet. Winter Page [72].
Typographical errors corrected.
[86] to night corrected to to-night.