The Pupil: Rhineland

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Title:     The Pupil: Rhineland
Author: Herbert Edward Palmer [More Titles by Palmer]

"Mister, I do not like the task.
'Tis dull to-day, you're tired, too.
But, Mister, I've a thing to ask;--
Am I not beautiful? Speak true."

Now, God save all poor tutor-men
From Innocence so rapt and sly,
And send the plainest student-girls
To one so passion-starved as I.

She sat within my student's room
In the twilight hour when the shadows stir;
Red lights of sunset swirled the gloom
And rested, glimmering, on her hair.

Coil upon coil it wreathed her crown
In a crushing aureole of flame.
And her brows of alabaster shone
As pure as Mary's of Bethlehem.

Her eyes,--I never knew their hue--
Drowsed, smouldering, in the burning dusk.
And somewhere out of the earth's view
A planet sang, and the air breathed musk.

[The end]
Herbert Edward Palmer's poem: Pupil: Rhineland

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