THE SILENCE OF COLUMBINE 
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Of your long hairs that hiss 
 Drew me so subtly to it ?   
We stole one lightning kiss 
 With only God to view it. 
 
IV 
Hush !  Across the stair. 
 How its creak is thunder !   
Now care !  now dare !  be ware !   
Or—saved !  at last I’m there, 
Drowned in your torrent hair, 
 A flame, a waif, a wonder. 
A lioness in her lair 
 Your body leaps from under. 
 
V 
Take the prize on trust !   
 Dare the course and run it !— 
Sweet knight, you win the just,— 
Your thrust !  a gust of lust !— 
Ah, God, then, if you must— 
 Wordless still, we’ve won it !   
Tall Troy is in the dust !   
 We’ve done it, done it, done it !   
 
VI 
Do you love me, dear ?   
 Said the glance you darted. 
Good cheer !  why fear the year !   
Twice one is two, I hear !