To a Town Girl
Violet mystery, Ringleted gold, Whiteness of whiteness, Wherefore so cold?
Silent you sit there-- Spirit and mould-- Darkening the dream That must never be told!
Joseph Campbell
Violet mystery, Ringleted gold, Whiteness of whiteness, Wherefore so cold?
Silent you sit there-- Spirit and mould-- Darkening the dream That must never be told!
The speaker is drawn to a young town girl whose appearance is intensely beautiful—violet eyes, golden curls, dazzling pale skin—but she seems emotionally unreachable. He asks, almost accusingly, why she is so cold.
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