You - Angelina Weld Grimke
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I love your throat, so fragrant, fair, The little pulses beating there; Your eye-brows' shy and questioning air; I love your shadowed hair. I love your flame-touched ivory skin; Your little fingers frail and thin; Your dimple creeping out and in; I love your pointed chin. I love the way you move, you rise; Your fluttering gestures, just-caught cries; I am not sane, I am not wise, God! how I love your eyes!
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“Angelina Weld Grimke.” Shakespeare - Love Poems, users.telenet.be/gaston.d.haese/angelina_weld_grimke.html#Poem2.
Rosabel
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Leaves, that whisper, whisper ever
Listen, listen, pray;
Birds, that twitter, twitter softly,
Do not say me nay;
Winds, that breathe about, upon her,
(Since I do not dare)
Whisper, twitter, breathe unto her
That I find her fair.
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Rose whose soul unfolds white petaled
Touch her soul rose-white;
Rose whose thoughts unfold gold petaled
Blossom in her sight;
Rose whose heart unfolds red petaled
Quick her slow heart's stir;
Tell her white, gold, red my love is;
And for her,--for her.