(with regrets)

 

Rose, it doesn`t need me to say

How warm your eyes are,

How full of the merry-dance flicker and play

Of flame. The light of a bright star`s

Cold compared ( that light`s more near,

Snug from your heart-blaze, cosy and charm and cheer).

 

These are but truths.

 

And you`ve got grace girl, your dancing soothes

Tired eyes, as in the music`s slake you move,

Straight as a sea-frond, supple, and slender, and smooth.

 

Friendly as help your smile was, welcome-wide,

So open love it humbled all my pride.

But I – the cold outsider - stayed outside

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Yes I…the cold outsider…stayed…outside