IN AN OMNIBUS.YOUR smile is like a treachery,A treachery adorable;So smiles the siren where the seaSings to the unforgetting shell.Your fleeting Leonardo face,Parisian Monna Lisa, dreamsElusively, but not of streamsBorn in a shadow-haunted place.Of Paris, Paris, is your thought,Of Paris robes, and when to wearThe latest bonnet you have boughtTo match the marvel of your hair.Yet that fine malice of your smile,That faint and fluctuating glintBetween your eyelids, does it hintAlone of matters mercantile?Close lips that keep the secret in,Half spoken by the stealthy eyes,Is there indeed no word to win,No secret, from the vague repliesOf lips and lids that feign to hideThat which they feign to render up?Is there, in Tantalus’ dim cup,The shadow of water, nought beside?
YOUR smile is like a treachery,A treachery adorable;So smiles the siren where the seaSings to the unforgetting shell.
Your fleeting Leonardo face,Parisian Monna Lisa, dreamsElusively, but not of streamsBorn in a shadow-haunted place.
Of Paris, Paris, is your thought,Of Paris robes, and when to wearThe latest bonnet you have boughtTo match the marvel of your hair.
Yet that fine malice of your smile,That faint and fluctuating glintBetween your eyelids, does it hintAlone of matters mercantile?
Close lips that keep the secret in,Half spoken by the stealthy eyes,Is there indeed no word to win,No secret, from the vague replies
Of lips and lids that feign to hideThat which they feign to render up?Is there, in Tantalus’ dim cup,The shadow of water, nought beside?