You hide; but your painted eyes
Restraint off, report your surmise.
With seemly grace and stem-like arms
The simple she has ample charms.
Something shines through her jewelled charm
Like thread shining through wreathed gem
Like scent in bud secrets conceal
In the bosom of her half smile.
The close-bangled belle's hidden thought
Has a cure for my troubled heart.
His over-kind close embrace sooths;
But makes me feel, loveless, he parts.
Quick, my bracelets read before
The mind of my lord of cool shore.
My love parted but yesterday;
With sallowness it is seventh day.
She views her armlets, her tender arms
And then her feet; these are her norms.
To express love-pangs by eyes and pray
Is womanhood's womanly way.
FEELING SURMISED
