Discrimination.

I used to love a radiant girl -         Her lips were like a rose leaf torn;     Her heart was as free as a floating curl,         Or a breeze at morn;     Her step as light as a Peri's daughter,     And her eye as soft as gliding water.     Witching thoughts like things half hid         Lurk'd beneath her silken lashes,     And a modest droop of the veined lid         Oft hid their flashes -     But to me the charm was more complete     As the blush stole up its fringe to meet.     Paint me love as a honey bee!         Rosy mouths are things to sip;     Nothing was ever so sweet to me         As Marion's lip -     Till I learned that a deeper magic lies     In kissing the lids of her closed eyes.     Her sweet brow I seldom touch,         Save to part her raven hair;     Her bright cheek I gaze on much,         Her white hand is fair;     But none of these - I've tried them all -     Is like kissing her eyes as the lashes fall.