DISCRIMINATION.

I used to love a radiant girl —

Her lips were like a rose leaf torn;

Her heart was as free as a floating curl,

Or a breeze at morn;

Her step as light as a Peri's daughter,

And her eye as soft as gliding water.

Witching thoughts like things half hid

Lurk'd beneath her silken lashes,

And a modest droop of the veined lid

Oft hid their flashes —

But to me the charm was more complete

As the blush stole up its fringe to meet.

Paint me love as a honey bee!

Rosy mouths are things to sip;

Nothing was ever so sweet to me

As Marion's lip —

Till I learned that a deeper magic lies

In kissing the lids of her closed eyes.

Her sweet brow I seldom touch,

Save to part her raven hair;

Her bright cheek I gaze on much,

Her white hand is fair;

But none of these — I've tried them all —

Is like kissing her eyes as the lashes fall.