"Roses and Rue." Autograph manuscript signed, ca. 1884–1885. 4 p.
Gift of Lucia Moreira Salles, 2008
I remember we used to meet
By the1 garden seat,
And you warbled each pretty word
With the air of a bird,
And your voice had a quaver in it,
Just like a linnet,
And shook with the last full note,
As the thrushe's2 throat.
And your eyes, they were green and gray,
Like an April day,
But lit into amethyst
When I stooped, and kissed.
And your hair, —well, I never could tie it,
For it ran all riot,
Like a tangled sunbeam of gold,
Great fold on3 fold!
1 For publication, "the" was changed to "a."
2 For publication, "thrushe's" was changed to "thrush's."
3 For publication, "on" was changed to "upon."