OCR Text |
Show THE TRUER LOVE. By RoyFarrell Greene. You're petted now, Estelle, and madly praised By men who worship beauty, youth and grace, On pedestals of flattery they're raised A statued Venus fair of form and face; In Poesy they've rhymed each golden curl, In Art they've limned with chromic dreams of paint ( Your features so Madonna-like, dear girl, And given you the halo of a saint. Though beauty-lovers kneel before your shrine And rhyme or paint or sing your wondrous charms, I'm happy, dear, to think no tongue but mine Hath told what peace and rest's within your arms; And when your sun-kissed curls to gray shall turn, Your beauty, now rose-crowned, be wreathed with rue, No longer flattered by the crowd you'll learn But one man deeply loved the soul of you! In the Valley Magazine. |