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- Ambition, Cupidité,
- Et délicieuse Volupté,
- Sont les sœurs de la Destinée,
- Après la vingt-première année.
Calendrier de la Vie, 1630.
- Could you not drink her gaze like wine?
- Yet, though their splendour swoon
- Into the lamplight languidly
- As a tune into a tune,
- Those eyes are wide and clear, as if
- They saw the stars at noon.
- The gold that's heaped beside her hand,
- In truth, rich prize it were;
- And rich the dreams that wreathe her brows
10 With magic silence there;
- And he were rich who should unwind
- That woven golden hair.
- Some music surely fans the sense,
- A breath like closing plumes:
- You know it by the spark called up
- From her eyes' purple glooms;
- You almost feel the instant thrill
- Pulse through the lighted rooms.
- And surely, where she sits, the dance
20Now pants its eager heat:
- But not more lightly or more true
- Fall there the dancers' feet,
- Than fall her cards upon the board
- As 'twere a heart that beat.
- Her fingers let them softly through,—
- Smooth, polished, silent things;
- And each one, as it falls, reflects,
- In swift light-shadowings,
- Crimson and orange, green and blue,
30 The great eyes of her rings.
- Whom plays she with?—With thee: thou lov'st
- Those gems upon her hand.
- With me: I search her secret will.
- All deem her bosom grand.
- We play together, she and we,
- Within a vain strange land:—
- A land without any order,
- Whose substance is as breath;
- Where one lying down ariseth not
- Nor the sleeper awakeneth;
40A land of darkness, as darkness itself,
- And of the shadow of death.
- What be her cards, you ask? Even these:—
- The heart, that does but crave
- More, being fed; the diamond,
- Skilled to make base seem brave;
- The club, for smiting in the dark;
- The spade, to dig a grave.
- And do you ask, what game she plays?
him, 'tis lost or won;
Transcribed Footnote (page 1147):
* The picture is one painted by the late Theodore von
Holst; and represents a
beautiful woman, richly dressed,
who is sitting at a lamp-lit table, dealing out
cards, with a
peculiar fixedness of expression.
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him it is playing still; with
- It is not yet begun;
- But 'tis a game she plays with all,
- The game of Twenty-One.
H. H. H.
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