A Lady
1874-1925
You 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 out-lived 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 colours.
My vigour is a new-minted penny,
Which I cast at your feet.
Gather it up from the dust,
That its sparkle may amuse you.
DayPoems Poem No. 1436
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1436.html">A Lady by Amy Lowell</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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