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Brunette
by Victor James DaleyWhen trees in Spring
Are blossoming
My lady wakes
From dreams whose light
Made dark days bright,
For their sweet sakes.
Yet in her eyes
A shadow lies
Of bygone mirth;
And still she seems
To walk in dreams,
And not on earth.
Some men may hold
That hair of gold
Is lovelier
Than darker sheen:
They have not seen
My lady's hair.
Her eyes are bright,
Her bosom white
As the sea foam
On sharp rocks sprayed;
Her mouth is made
Of honeycomb.
And whoso seeks
In her dusk cheeks
May see Love's sign,
A blush that glows
Like a red rose
Beneath brown wine.