Devotee

A lovesome thing is Madeleine, With night-dark eyes and hair, Traces of a Celtic strain And a woodland flair Caught in a half-whimsical, Nun-like, faun-like air.

Glowing as Indian summer,— When all the Earth is still, With gold and scarlet through the veil Of blue haze on the hill, As if some enigmatic trance Were laid on her door-sill.

A Gipsy creature, city-bound, She curbs her wilding mien In each sophisticated role, And lends to every scene A beauty that would more befit Tatters and tambourine.

Intriguing, exquisite and gay, Playing her gracious part With a distinguished ecstasy, A Temple-Girl of Art,— Only a fleeing glance betrays The wood-nymph in her heart.