Two And Two
A BROWN head and a golden head
Above the violets keep in sight;
Dark eyes and blue (with tears to shed)
Look laughing toward me in the light.
A red-bird flashes from the tree:
“The world is glad, is glad!” sings he.
A golden head, a head of brown,
Below the violets, miss the sun;
Dark eyes and blue—their lids shut down—
With tears (and theirs were brief) have done.
A dove hides in another tree:
“The world is sad, is sad!” grieves she.
Through song and moan, I hardly know,
Between the red-bird and the dove,
If most I'd wish that two below
The violets were with two above,
Or two above the violets lay
With two below them deep, to-day.
Above the violets keep in sight;
Dark eyes and blue (with tears to shed)
Look laughing toward me in the light.
A red-bird flashes from the tree:
“The world is glad, is glad!” sings he.
A golden head, a head of brown,
Below the violets, miss the sun;
Dark eyes and blue—their lids shut down—
With tears (and theirs were brief) have done.
A dove hides in another tree:
“The world is sad, is sad!” grieves she.
Through song and moan, I hardly know,
Between the red-bird and the dove,
If most I'd wish that two below
The violets were with two above,
Or two above the violets lay
With two below them deep, to-day.
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