It Knew No Medicine

poem 559

It knew no Medicine It was not Sickness then Nor any need of Surgery And therefore ’twas not Pain It moved away the Cheeks A Dimple at a time And left the Profile plainer And in the place of Bloom It left the little Tint That never had a Name You’ve seen it on a Cast’s face Was Paradise to blame If momently ajar Temerity drew near And sickened ever afterward For Somewhat that it saw?