<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">A Pastel</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">HER hazel eyes with sweetness are abrim,</p><p class="line">Like heather honey in an amber jar;</p><p class="line">And in the lucent sweetness seems to swim</p><p class="line">A dream of passion like a burning star.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Her breasts are like two clusters of white may</p><p class="line">In a blue-veinéd alabaster bowl,--</p><p class="line">And, shaken by her heart's wild beating, spray</p><p class="line">A drench of dew upon my dusty soul.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Her tresses are like flames that flicker and flare</p><p class="line">And smoulder in a smift of gossamer spun;</p><p class="line">I kindle my dead heart and spirit there</p><p class="line">As one might kindle torches at the sun.</p></div></body></html> · Great War