The Spell
'LOVE'S a pleasure, love's a treasure,
Why the joys of love withstand?'
Alf so pleadeth, Effie heedeth
And-What ails the lily-wand?
Lighter grow her airs and lighter-
Glances she would shun she seeks;
Brighter burn her eyes, and brighter
Burns the scarlet on her cheeks.
Leaps her heart within her; cheerly
Smiles the earth in silence girt;
Dance the stars above, and rarely,
All in concord with her heart.
Redder than the red rose blowing
Sinks she in her woer's arms
Many a mad, mad vow avowing
Melt they in each other's charms.
For a season vanished reason-
Vanished to return and view
Loved and lover-doomed for ever-
Doom'd the spell of love to rue.
Joseph Skipsey
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