FAIR maid, had I not heard thy baby cries, Nor seen thy girlish sweet vicissitude, Thy mazy motions, striving to elude, Yet wooing still a parent's watchful eyes,-- Thy humours, many as the opal's dyes, And lovely all; methinks thy scornful mood And bearing high of stately womanhood, Thy brow where Beauty sits to tyrannize O'er humble love, had made me sadly fear thee; For never sure was seen a Royal Bride, Whose gentleness gave grace to so much pride. My very thoughts would tremble to be near thee: But when I see thee at thy father's side, Old times unqueen thee, and old loves endear thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COOPER SQUARE by KAREN SWENSON THE SICK ROSE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SUMMER'S NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HOMES OF ENGLAND by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS IN TEMPTATION by CHARLES WESLEY |