Don’t undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don’t undress the mannequin
you might find my love.
I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin...
By Saaheer Arman
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god
Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright
Idalia cradles, whose young ...
Two terrors fright my soul by night and day:
The first is Life, and with her come the years;
A weary, winding train of m...