Song About Her

A Young Woman Washing Dishes by Camille Pissaro

Her beauty is invisible to untamed view
As that of many maidens be;
Her charm he never knew
Until she smiled on him;
Then he found her diamond eyes,
A jewel of passion, a well of grace!

Alas! Her reply is shy and silent,
To him it is a cold recrimination;
But his secret passion is not misspent
For the secret passion in her bastion;

Her infelicities are even muliebral, more
Than the felicities of other maidens are.