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RomanticElizabeth von Schonberg

Day's End

When Day becomes a shepherdess and herds The autumn clouds like sheep across the sky, Winsome and dark, a singing cloud of birds Curves swiftly to a maple tree nearby. They come to rest late in the afternoon— I've watched them tuck their heads beneath soft wings; Dearest—my own—shall you be coming soon? Your haven waits—and mine your dear heart brings.
RomanticElizabeth von Schonberg

Vacation

When all about me so much beauty lies Why do I see in every star, your eyes? When tall pines add their strength to mountain charms Why do I keep remembering your arms? The Summer moon has drenched the land with bliss Why do I then awaken to your kiss— To find but trees and sky?—of you, no sign; A lone bird's cry was all that answered mine! The friends were kind—the place is very gay I heard it called a paradise today— But I have quite another thought of heaven, My train arrives on Thursday, dear, at seven!
RomanticElizabeth von Schonberg

Constancy

Your eyes—deep wells of blueness Reflect the steady flame That is your gentle spirit, Is Constancy your name? For always it burns brightly: The candle that is you! No harsh wind sways to dimness This light so ever true.
RomanticElizabeth von Schonberg

Spring Flowers

I found your box of flowers at my door And knew they were from you even before I raised the lid and saw the loveliness That touched me like a summer wind's caress! A single golden rose, and hyacinths As delicate as dawn, their fern-spray'd tints; Then lilies-of-the-valley, pale green leaves A secret wish that only Nature weaves! White bells of fragrance, this their only song As silent as the things I know you long To say; but I don't mind this gesture—much! That Irish elegance—a subtle touch Of humor! Let it go at that my dear, This has been such a friendly, happy year! How did you know white violets would bring The final touch that to my heart is Spring?
RomanticElizabeth von Schonberg

Treasure

"Why did you then awaken me from sleep— That was a thoughtless, foolish thing to do, When I was purchasing—had reached to take— The di'mond, emerald cut and river blue, That I have wished to give you all these years; You might have worn it now upon your hand!" My drowsy shred of laughter broke in two— If only I could make him understand! When women wear love's peerless shining crown, Wrapt in the splendor of its single light, They feel more proud—more regally adorned Than wearing gems that would a queen delight. I still adore some glitter on my arms The sheen of glowing pearls about my hair ... But not for rajah's hoard would I exchange The treasure that within my heart I bear!
RomanticElizabeth von Schonberg

Accusation

“You don't know WHAT you want," said he; “Last year it was a yacht and then The sables and the Pekinese— And now, it's something else again." He moved—impatient to be gone, Between his lips a cold cigar— Glanced at his watch—“Well, 'bye my dear," And off he dashes in his car. Her smile was not a merry one “Know what I want? Oh, yes I do! You give me many substitutes But all I really want is you!"
RomanticElizabeth von Schonberg

Strategy

What did you say, my darling, When you spoke to me, just then? “I said that today I love you more Than yesterday or the day before." I know—I heard you the first time— Just wanted to hear it again!

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