Quarrel

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h3><SPAN name="THE_QUARREL" id="THE_QUARREL"></SPAN>THE QUARREL</h3> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">An instant only and her eyes<br/></span> <span class="i0">Flashed lightning like the angry skies;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And o’er her forehead, curving down,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Fell dark the shadow of a frown;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then backward, deep and stormy fair,<br/></span> <span class="i0">She tossed the tempest of her hair;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then of her lips’ full rose disdain<br/></span> <span class="i0">Made a pink-folded bud again;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then quicker than all utterance,<br/></span> <span class="i0">All changed: and at a word, a glance,<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Her anger rained its tears, then passed;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And she was in my arms at last;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The austere woman, doubly dear,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And lovelier for each falling tear:<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But why we quarreled, how it grew,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I can not tell, I never knew:<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_523" id="page_523"></SPAN>{523}</span><br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Perhaps ’t was Love; he, who, with tears,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Would show how fair a face appears;<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">As, after storm, the sky ’s more blue,<br/></span> <span class="i0">A wildflower ’s fairer for the dew.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />