Poems (Spofford)/Palmistry

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PALMISTRY.
A little hand, a fair soft hand, Dimpled and sweet to kiss:No sculptor ever carved from stone A lovelier hand than this.
A hand as idle and as white As lilies on their stems;Dazzling with rosy finger-tips, Dazzling with crusted gems.
Another hand,—a tired old hand, Written with many lines;A faithful, weary hand, whereon The pearl of great price shines!
For folded, as the wingéd fly Sleeps in the chrysalis,Within this little palm I see That lovelier hand than this!
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