THE shadow of her face upon the wall May take your memory to the perfect Greek, But when you front her, you would call the cheek Too full, sir, for your models, if withal That bloom it wears could leave you critical, And that smile reaching toward the rosy streak; For one who smiles so has no need to speak To lead your thoughts along, as steed to stall. A smile that turns the sunny side o' the heart On all the world, as if herself did win By what she lavished on an open mart! Let no man call the liberal sweetness, sin, -- For friends may whisper as they stand apart, 'Methinks there's still some warmer place within.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3. AMARYLLIS by THOMAS CAMPION WAITING FOR THE GRAPES by WILLIAM MAGINN A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA INTROSPECTION by GEORGE ARNOLD THE ISLAND OF THE SCOTS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |