HER voice -- like rich and mellow notes Of thrush, in woodland glades, That fall upon the listener's ear, As evening twilight fades. Her laughter -- like the merry brook That flows o'er mossy stones, And bubbles forth its careless mirth In soft and silver tones. Her beauty -- like the budding rose, With tints as fair to see; A beauty perfect in the bud, -- What must the blossom be? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE LOVER TO THE THAMES OF LONDON TO FAVOUR HIS LADY ... by GEORGE TURBERVILLE TURN O LIBERTAD by WALT WHITMAN POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MAN'S GUARD AGAINST DEATH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |