A LADY

by: Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

      OU are beautiful and faded,
      Like an old opera tune
      Played upon a harpsichord;
      Or like the sun-flooded silks
      Of an eighteenth-century boudoir.
       
      In your eyes
      Smoulder the fallen roses of outlived minutes,
      And the perfume of your soul
      Is vague and suffusing,
      With the pungence of sealed spice-jars.
      Your half-tones delight me,
      And I grow mad with gazing
      At your blent colors.
       
      My vigor is a new-minted penny,
      Which I cast at your feet.
      Gather it up from the dust
      That its sparkle may amuse you.

"A Lady" is reprinted from The Second Book of Modern Verse. Ed. Jesse B. Rittenhouse. New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1919.

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