George Sylvester Viereck


The Candle And The Flame

Thy hands are like cool herbs that bring
   Balm to men's hearts, upon them laid;
   Thy lovely-petalled lips are made
As any blossom of the spring.
But in thine eyes there is a thing,
   O Love, that makes me half afraid.

For they are old, those eyes . . . They gleam
Between the waking and the dream

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