She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey
creature
on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
Lascelles Abercrombie - Emblems of Love
O, he's a dapper boy! Did you mark his eyes?
_Katrina_.
Nay, I saw nought but he was under-grown.
_Jean_.
Pooh! He can carry me.
_Katrina_.
Jean, have you heard
Of Mary lately?--I vow she's in love.
_Jean_.
Never! with whom?
_Katrina_.
The thing's a wonder, Jean.
She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey
creature
on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
--
I tell you she's in love with it.
_Jean_.
O don't be silly.
How can you fall in love with a dead man?
And what good could he do you, if you did?
One loves for kisses and for hugs and the rest;
A spunky fellow,--that's the thing to love.
But a dead man,--pah, what a foolery!
_Katrina_.
O yes, to you; for Love's a game for you.
'Twill turn out dangerous maybe, but still,--a game.
_Jean_.
Yes, the best kind of game a girl can play,
And all the better for the risk, Katrina.
But where the fun would be in Love if he
You played with had not heart to jump, nor blood
To tingle, nothing in him to go wild
At seeing you betray your love for him,
Beats me to understand. You'ld be as wise
Blowing the bellows at a pile of stone
As loving one that never lived for you.
It isn't just to make a wind you blow,
But to turn red fire into white quivering heat.
