In a Gallery Portrait of a Lady (Unknown) Katharine Elizabeth Alan de Mattos (née Stevenson) de Mattos, Katharine Metadata research and editing DVPP Project Team Henwood-Greer Eric University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Victoria, BC, Canada

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In a Gallery Portrait of a Lady (Unknown) By Katherine de Mattos Veiled eyes, yet quick to meet one glance Not his, not yours, but mine, Lips that are fain to stir and breathe Dead joys (not love nor wine) : ’Tis not in you the secret lurks That makes men pause and pass ! Did unseen magic flow from you Long since to madden hearts, And those who loathed remain to pray And work their dolorous parts– To seek your riddle, dread or sweet, And find it in the grave ? Till some one painted you one day, Perchance to ease his soul, And set you here to wave your spells While time and silence roll ; And you were hungry for the hour When one should understand ? Your jewelled fingers writhe and gleam From out your sombre vest ; Am I the first of those who gaze, Who may their meaning guess, Yet dare not whisper lest the words Pale even painted cheeks ?