A Cry from the Stalls

Beautiful darling!
Light of mine eyes!
Gay as the starling
Shoots thro' the skies;

Swift as the swallow, and
Soft as the dove;
Hopeless to follow, and
Maddening to love!

Ah when she dances! and
Ah when she sings!
Glamour of glances, and
Rush as of wings, —

Trill as of coming birds
Heard unaware, —
Poise as of humming-birds
Hanging in air!

Starriest, youthfullest
Flower of a face!
Who shall the truthfullest
Tell thee thy grace?

They comprehend it not,
They cannot know; —
Use it not, spend it not,
Spoil it not so!

While the world calls to thee
I sit apart,
I from the stalls to thee
Fling thee my heart!

Bright eyes to measure it!
Small hands to hold!
Take it and treasure it!
Lo, it is gold!

Stage-plays have ending, and
Love's ever new!
Stage-love's pretending, and
Now for the true!

Fame's voice be dumb to thee!
Fame's banner furled!
Come with me, come to the
End of the world!
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