[Editor: This poem by Mary Eliza Fullerton was published in Moods and Melodies: Sonnets and Lyrics (1908).]
When Love Awakes.
Like the frost on the pane
Or the dew at the dawn,
Cold, cold was your glance
And careless your scorn;
But deep in your eyes,
In a violet abyss,
There gathers the soul
Of a magical kiss.
As the winds take the north
In a stormy embrace,
He shall scatter the frost
From your indolent face;
And gentle and sweet
As the breeze from the south,
The kiss in the eyes
Shall bloom on the mouth.
Source:
Mary E. Fullerton, Moods and Melodies: Sonnets and Lyrics, Melbourne: Thomas C. Lothian, 1908, p. 49
Editor’s notes:
indolent = having or showing a significant inclination towards laziness or idleness (an indolent person is someone who avoids or dislikes exertion or working); habitually lazy, slack, or slothful; averse to or resistant to activity, effort, exertion, movement, physical labor, or other work; demonstrating no particular interest or effort; procrastinating
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