Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
A PortraitJames Berry Bensel (18561886)
I
The pink points of her perfumed fingers press,
And ’round her tremulous mouth’s loveliness
The tears and smiles a sudden strife begin:
First one and then the other seems to win:
And o’er her drooping eyes a golden tress
Falls down to hide what else they might confess
Their blue-veined lids are striving to shut in.
The yellow pearls that bind her throat about
With her pale bosom’s throbbing rise or fall:
The while her thoughts like carrier-doves have fled
To that far land where armies clash and shout,
And where, beyond love’s reach, a soldier tall
With staring eyes and broken sword lies dead.