But most to you with eyelids pure, Scarce witting yet of love or lure; To you, with bird-like glances bright, Half-paused to speak, half-poised in flight ;0 English Girl, divine, demure, To you I sing! “ le ne puis tenir registre de ma vie par mes actions; fortune les met trop bas: ie la tiens par mes fantasies.' . . . 238 . 271 Lines to a Stupid Picture 273 A Fairy Tale - 275 To a Child · 277 . |