This section is from the book "Herbs And Apples", by Helen Hay Whitney. Also available from Amazon: Herbs and Apples.
From what far spicery derives your hair
The sweet faint fragrance that enslaves sense ?
What subtle love trick taught you to be fair
With overt lure and covert reticence ?
Madonna Eve, you bear upon your breast
A hungry emerald like the desiring sea,
But warm upon your heart lie pearls of rest
What man could exorcise such witchery ?
 
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