Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | III. Love’s Beginnings | | An Opal | | Ednah Proctor Clarke Hayes |
| | | A ROSE of fire shut in a veil of snow, | |
| An April gleam athwart a misted sky: | |
| A jewel—a soul! gaze deep if thou wouldst know | |
| The flame-wrought spell of its pale witchery; | |
| And now each tremulous beauty lies revealed, | 5 |
| And now the drifted snow doth beauty shield. | |
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| So my shy love, aneath her kerchief white, | |
| Holdeth the glamour of the East in fee; | |
| Warm Puritan—who fears her own delight, | |
| Who trembleth over that she yieldeth me. | 10 |
| And now her lips her heart’s rich flame have told; | |
| And now they pale that they have been so bold. | | | | |
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