She was a little wrinkled soul of loveliness, If souls of earth inhabit bodies of their size: (Souls which were never crumpled by the ugliness Of life, may not recapture beauty when she flies). This soul drew lucid rays, convergent in her face, Disclosing concentrated goodness of her sires, Reflecting out beyond position, pride and place, The coals of character at white heat in the fires. Disarming judgment in evaluating man, Critic of beauty, she was beauty's aged elf: Beauty like a new polished gem, is lovely when In youth or age it but reflects the inner self. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ by ALFRED TENNYSON ON SEEING THE SUN SHINE ... MY WINDOW FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE YEAR by LUCY AIKEN ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 9. AT STUDY by MARK AKENSIDE ECLOGUE: FATHER COME HWOME by WILLIAM BARNES OATS WILD TURN MILD by THRALL BUELL EPITAPH ON WAT by ROBERT BURNS |