The light of our cigarettes
Went and came in the gloom:
It was dark in the little room.
Dark, and then, in the dark,
Sudden, a flash, a glow,
And a hand and a ring I know.
And then, through the dark, a flush
Ruddy and vague, the grace
(A rose!) of her lyric face.
Pastel: Masks And Faces
Arthur Symons
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Poem topics: light, lyric, rose, room, face, dark, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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