Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
A PearlClinton Scollard (18601932)
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And flawless white as was that fabled sphere,
I see it shine below my lady’s ear,
This prize-plucked bauble from an ocean vale.
Was it where round Ceylon the swift ships sail,
A daring diver clove, without a fear,
Palm-shaded waves through fathoms emerald clear,
And brought it forth ’mid strenuous shout and hail?
Because it giveth to her tranquil face
An Orient languor and a slumberous grace;
But where, O where, in lands without a name,
Near what soft cheek’s pure-glowing altar flame
Could it have found so fair a resting place?