Nonfiction > E.C. Stedman & E.M. Hutchinson, eds. > A Library of American Literature > 1861–1889
Stedman and Hutchinson, comps.  A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes.  1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
By Dora Read Goodale (1866–1953)
TOO rash is she for cold coquette,—
  Love dares not claim her:
I can but say, “’Tis Mariette,”
  Nor more than name her!
She mocks the world her arrows reach        5
  With light derision;
Yet who would choose the softer speech,
  The graver vision?
An eager glance, and incomplete,
  Repays you, after;        10
A voice to make all satire sweet—
  Delicious laughter!
I think no woman’s warmth is hers—
  How could she use it?
Another’s pain no passion stirs,        15
  Nor would you choose it.
Can warning tame the maiden gaze
  That dares discover?
Pride, mirth, ambition, thirst for praise—
  They’re hers—you love her!        20
No grief should shake the gay disdain
  That will not fear it,
Or mar by one subduing pain
  So rare a spirit.
Who ever watched that rounded grace,        25
  Born of the minute,
Nor thought the world a prettier place
  That she was in it?
You ask no larger gift than this,
  No nearer honor,—        30
It is enough for happiness
  To look upon her.
The oval check, the rising tread
  In careless measure,
The wilful, bright, ethereal head,        35
  Alive with pleasure:
On these the old desire is stayed
  That long has waited,
For soul and body, rightly made,
  Are fitly mated.        40
But what have I, whom men forget,
  To offer to her?
A woman’s passion, Mariette,
  There is no truer.

  The Century Magazine, 1883.

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