YOU
STOOD.
95
CHOCOLATE.
SWEET
like
a
child,
but
wise,
so
wise
;
A
little
brown
woman
with
bright
brown
eyes
;
Piquant
and
charming
;
magical
bands
Weaving
with
eloquent,
soft
little
hands,
Daintily,
tenderly
;
merry
and
sweet
;
Smiling
and
smiling
from
eyelash
to
feet
;
Closer
and
closer,
ever,
to
thee,
O
little
brown
woman,
why
winnest
thou
me
?
YOU
STOOD.
YOU
stood
a
sweet,
still
statue,
looking
down
To
see
him
pass
;
the
while
your
woman
s
heart
With
him
went
too,
and
all
your
vibrant
soul
Swung
struggling
with
strange
moods,
and
yet
no
word
Nor
sign
& quot;
Good-bye
!
& quot;
O
irony
of
Fate
!
So
might
some
lute,
most
daintily
attuned
To
lays
of
love,
in
soundless
grief
perceive
The
only
hand
which
knew
the
touch
to
strike
Its
waiting
music
out
to
life,
withdrawn
:
