Illustration of Plate. Mignionette — Heliotrope — Pink
Mignionette. — Heliotrope. — Pink.
I know not if that face be fair,
If what the world would beauty call,
May beam and blush and brighten there,
In lip and eye and ringlet's fall:
So richly eloquent through those eyes,
Your soul , of love and truth doth speak,
So soft the timid heart-hues rise,
In glowing witchery, on your cheek,
That, whether it be fair or dark,
Or they, the eyes, be black or blue,
I never yet have cared to mark,
Or marking, have forgot the hue:
I only know — howe'er you smile,
Whate'er your tresses' teint or fashion,
The graces of your mind beguile
My heart to own a deathless passion.
I know not if that face be fair,
If what the world would beauty call,
May beam and blush and brighten there,
In lip and eye and ringlet's fall:
So richly eloquent through those eyes,
Your soul , of love and truth doth speak,
So soft the timid heart-hues rise,
In glowing witchery, on your cheek,
That, whether it be fair or dark,
Or they, the eyes, be black or blue,
I never yet have cared to mark,
Or marking, have forgot the hue:
I only know — howe'er you smile,
Whate'er your tresses' teint or fashion,
The graces of your mind beguile
My heart to own a deathless passion.
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