From My Lady Chance:
There is a green stone at her breast
In her eyes no man finds rest,
Only discontent and strife.
Stormy and wild is her heart beat.
The price of her kiss is all of life;
But her kissing mouth is sweet;
Her scornful eyes are green as the sea
And she has laid her hand on me.
-Mary Carolyn Davies
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