Wild Garden

by Bliss Carman


 

DEVOTEE

TO M.G.


 

A lovesome thing is Madeleine,
With night-dark eyes and hair,
Traces of a Celtic strain
And a woodland flair
Caught in a half-whimsical,
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Nun-like, faun-like air.

Glowing as Indian summer,—
When all the Earth is still,
With gold and scarlet through the veil
Of blue haze on the hill,

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As if some enigmatic trance
Were laid on her door-sill.

A Gipsy creature, city-bound,
She curbs her wilding mien
In each sophisticated role,

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And lends to every scene
A beauty that would more befit
Tatters and tambourine.

Intriguing, exquisite and gay,
Playing her gracious part

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With a distinguished ecstasy,
A Temple-Girl of Art,—
Only a fleeing glance betrays
The wood-nymph in her heart.
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