I CAN picture her now, As she stood on the stair, With her arch little smile, And her soft golden hair. A lithe little form, Just a vision of grace, And a sweet disposition That shone in her face. I felt as one dreaming, So fair was the sight, For my visitor seemed Like an angel of light. Then I stole to her side, And I kissed her in glee, For she's just ten years old, And my sister, you see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM A LIFE'S PARALLELS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE SONG OF MYSELF by WALT WHITMAN |