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Victor James Daley

(5 September 1858 – 29 December 1905 / Navan, County Armagh, Ireland)

Brunette


When 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.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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