Harry Stanley Green's letters and medals, item 14
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...Text on left margin
No 229 Universal Copyright
2 Febry 1914.
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so
purer than the purest;
And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure
faith the surest;
And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth
of lustre,
Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the
wild-grape cluster?)....
...................
And this woman says "My days were sunless,
And my nights were moonless,
"Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the
lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,
"If you loved me not!" - And I who -
(ah, for words of flame!) adore her!
Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate
palpably before her -
I may enter at her portal soon, as now
her lattice takes me,
And by noontide as by midnight make
her mine, as hers she makes me.
(Browning)
___________________________________________
An answer to "There's no lark about the
house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,
- altho' I like the first part.
Your,
Stanley
-
...Text on left margin
No 229 Universal Copyright
2 Febry 1914.
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so
purer than the purest;
And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure
faith the surest;
And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth
of lustre,
Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the
wild-grape cluster?)....
...................
And this woman says "My days were sunless,
And my nights were moonless,
"Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the
lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,
"If you loved me not!" - And I who -
(ah, for words of flame!) adore her!
Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate
palpably before her -
I may enter at her portal soon, as now
her lattice takes me,
And by noontide as by midnight make
her mine, as hers she makes me.
(Browning)
An answer to "There's no lark about the
house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,
- altho' I like the first part.
Your,
Stanley
-
...Text on left margin
No 229 Universal Copyright
2 Febry 1914.
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so
purer than the purest;
And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure
faith the surest;
And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth
of lustre,
Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the
wild-grape cluster?)....
...................
And this woman says "My days were sunless,
And my nights were moonless,
"Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the
lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,
"If you loved me not!" - And I who -
(ah, for words of flame!) adore her!
Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate
palpably before her -
I may enter at her portal soon, as now
her lattice takes me,
And by noontide as by midnight make
her mine, as hers she makes me.
(Browning)
An answer to "There's no lark about the
house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,
-altho' I like the first part.
Yours,
Stanley
-
No 229 Universal Copyright
2 Febry 1914.
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so
purer than the purest;
And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure
faith the surest;
And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth
of lustre,
Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the
wild-grape cluster?)....
...................
And this woman says "My days were sunless,
And my nights were moonless,
"Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the
lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,
"If you loved me not!" - And I who -
(ah, for words of flame!) adore her!
Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate
palpably before her -
I may enter at her portal soon, as now
her lattice takes me,
And by noontide as by midnight make
her mine, as hers she makes me.
(Browning)
An answer to "There's no lark about the
house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,
-altho' I like the first part.
Yours,
Stanley
-
No 229 Universal Copyright
2 Febry 1914
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so
purer than the purest;
And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure
faith the surest;
And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth
of lustre,
Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the
wild-grape cluster?)....
...................
And this woman says "My days were sunless,
And my nights were moonless,
"Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the
lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,
"If you loved me not!" - And I who -
(ah, for words of flame!) adore her!
Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate
palpably before her -
I may enter at her portal soon, as now
her lattice takes me,
And by noontide as by midnight make
her mine, as hers she makes me.
(Browning)
An answer to "There's no lark about the
house!" but I doubt if as good, sadly,
-altho' I like the first part.
Yours,
Stanley
-
No 229 Universal Copyright
2 Febry 1914
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so
purer than the purest;
And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure
faith the surest;
And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth
of lustre,
Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, (sunnier than the
wild-grape cluster?)....
...................
And this woman says "My days were sunless,
And my nights were moonless,
"Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the
lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,
"If you loved me not!" - And I who -
(ah, for words of flame!) adore her!
Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate
palpably before her -
I may enter at her portal soon, as now
her lattice takes me,
And by noontide as by midnight make
her mine, as hers she makes me.
(Browning)
An answer
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No 229 Universal Copyright
2 Febry 1914
There's a woman like a dervdroh, she's so
purer than the purest;
And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure
faith the surest;
And her eyes are dark & humid, like the depth on depth
of lustre,
Had i the harebell, while her tresses, (sweeter than the
wild-grape cluster?)....
...................
And this woman says "My days were sunless,
And my nights were moonless,
"Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the
lark's heart's outbreak tuneless,
"If you loved me not!" - And I who -
(ah, for words of flame!) adore her!
Who am mad to lay my heart prostrate
halfably before her -
I may enter at her buvy-al room, as now
her lattice takes me,
And by moontide as by midnight make
her mine, as hers she makes me.
(Brinney)
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