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GLOVE OF BLACK IN WHITE HAND BARE

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Glove of black in white hand bare,

And about her forehead pale

Wound a thin, transparent veil,

That doth not conceal her hair;

Sovereign attitude and air,

Cheek and neck alike displayed

With coquettish charms arrayed,

Laughing eyes and fugitive;--

This is killing men that live,

'T is not mourning for the dead.