Sometimes I Watch You, Mark Your Brooding Eyes Poem by Lesbia Harford
Sometimes I Watch You, Mark Your Brooding Eyes
Sometimes I watch you, mark your brooding eyes,
Your grave brow over-weighted with deep thought,
Your mouth's straight line — details of such a sort
That all aloofness in your aspect lies.
And yet when in the dark down from above
You swoop like a great bird or God himself
To kiss, your lips have curves. What changeling elf
Is that soft mouth of passionate close love?
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