SHE was a lovely one-- her shape was light And delicately flexible; her eye Might have been black, or blue, -- but it was bright, Though beaming not on every passer-by; 'T was very modest, and a little shy. The eyelash seemed to shade the very cheek; That had the color of a sunset sky, Not rosy-- but a soft and heavenly streak For which the arm might strike-- the heart might break -- And a soft gentle voice, that kindly sweet Accosted one she chanced to overtake, While walking slowly on iambic feet, In tones that fell as soft as heaven's own dew-- Who was it! dear young Lady, was it you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO IMAGINATION (2) by EMILY JANE BRONTE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE [MAY 24, 1883] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |