Your smile is like a treachery, A treachery adorable; So smiles the siren where the sea Sings to the unforgetting shell. Your fleeting Leonardo face, Parisian Monna Lisa, dreams Elusively, but not of streams Born in a shadow-haunted place. Of Paris, Paris is your thought, Of Paris robes, and when to wear The latest bonnet you have bought To match the marvel of your hair. Yet that fine malice of your smile, That faint and fluctuating glint Between your eyelids, does it hint Alone of matters mercantile? Close lips that keep the secret in, Half spoken by the stealthy eyes, Is there indeed no word to win, No secret, from the vague replies Of lips and lids that feign to hide That which they feign to render up? Is there, in Tantalus' dim cup, The shadow of water, nought beside? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE FIVE STUDENTS by THOMAS HARDY RECOLLECTION by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SONG: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BATTLE OF THE FLOWERS by MATHILDE BLIND BALLADE OF THE DEVIL-MAY-CARE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |