Heart-shaped lock, tobacco label, 1887
A snake, it coils
Bewitching the heart.
Day after day, coos
A dove on the white sill.
A bright flash in frost,
Drowsy night-scented stock…
Yet, sure and secret,
It's far from peace and joy.
It knows how to weep sweetly
In the violin's yearning prayer;
And is fearfully divined
In a stranger's smile.
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