Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems

I stand within the stony, arid town,
I gaze for ever on the narrow street;
I hear for ever passing up and down,
The ceaseless tramp of feet.
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Beside the saffron of a curtain, lit
With broidered flowers, below a golden fringe
That on her silver shoulder made a glow,
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At the forging of the Sword--
The mountain roots were stirr'd,
Like the heart-beats of a bird;
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Roses, Senors, roses!
Love is subtly hid
In the fragrant roses,
Blown in gay Madrid.
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He stood beside her in the dawn
(And she his Dawn and she his Spring),
From her bright palm she fed her fawn,
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Ev'ry dusk eye in Madrid,
Flash'd blue 'neath its lid;
As the cry and the clamour ran round,
'The king has been crown'd!
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Ae blink o' the bonnie new mune,
Ay tinted as sune as she's seen,
Wad licht me to Meg frae the toun,
Tho' mony the brae-side between:
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I marvel if my heart,
Hath any room apart,
Built secretly its mystic walls within;
With subtly warded key.
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The Farmer quit what he was at,
The bee-hive he was smokin':
He tilted back his old straw hat--
Says he, 'Young man, you're jokin'!
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Where is the Land of Kisses,
Can you tell, tell, tell?
Ah, yes; I know its blisses
Very well!
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