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A PICTURE BY WALTER SHIRLAW.
She standeth silent as a thought / Too sacred to be uttered; all / Her face unfurling like a flower / That at a breath too near will shut. / Her life a little golden clock / Whose shining hands, arrested, stay / Forever at the hour of Love.
She doubts, she dares, she dreams -- of what? / I ask; she, shrinking, answers not, / She swims before me, dim, a cup / Of waste, untasted tenderness. / I drink, I dread, until I seem / (Myself unto myself) to be / He whom she chose, and charmed -- and missed, / On some faint Asiatic day / Of languorous summer, ages since.