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Morgiana in England

by Leigh Hunt

0.5637 + 0.0016i

Drawing the boundary…

A Marriage Charm

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.5452 − 0.0591i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Morgiana in England

by Leigh Hunt

Oh, one that I know is a knavish lass, 
Though she looks so sweet and simple; 
Her eyes there are none can safely pass, 
And it's wrong to trust her dimple. 
So taking the jade was by Nature made,
So finished in all fine thieving, 
She'll e'en look away what you wanted to say,
And smile you out of your grieving.

To see her, for instance, go down a dance,
You'd think you sat securely,
There's nothing about her of forward France,
And nothing done over demurely: 
But Lord! she goes with so blithe a repose,
And comes so shapely about you, 
That ere you're aware, with a glance and an air
She whisks your heart from out you.

A Marriage Charm

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Here and now, by the angel-orders nine, 
That take no care for love nor yet for loss, 
Woman most dear, I choose you out for mine, 
I turn my errant feet your way across. 

I set a charm upon your hurrying breath, 
I set a charm upon your wandering feet, 
You shall not leave me — not for life, nor death, 
Not even though you cease to love me, Sweet. 

A woman's love nine Angels cannot bind, 
Nor any rune that wind or water knows, 
My heart were all as well set on the wind, 
Or bound, to live or die, upon a rose. 

I set a charm upon you, foot and hand, 
That you and Knowledge, love, may never meet, 
That you may never chance to understand 
How strong you are, how weak your lover, Sweet. 

I set my charm upon your kindly arm, 
I set it as a seal upon your breast; 
That you may never hear another's charm. 
Nor guess another's gift outruns my best. 

I bid your wandering footsteps me to follow, 
Your thoughts to travel after in my track, 
I am the sky that waits you, dear grey swallow, 
No wind of mine shall ever blow you back. 

I am your dream, Sweet: so no more of dreaming, 
Your lips to mine must end this chanted charm, 
Your heart to mine, 'neath nut-brown tresses streaming, 
I set my love a seal upon your arm. 

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