So gentle and so gracious doth appear My lady when she giveth her salute, That every tongue becometh, trembling, mute; Nor do the eyes to look upon her dare. Although she hears her praises, she doth go Benignly vested with humility; And like a thing come down she seems to be From heaven to earth, a miracle to show. So pleaseth she whoever cometh nigh, She gives the heart a sweetness through the eyes, Which none can understand who doth not prove. And from her countenance there seems to move A spirit sweet and in Love's very guise, Who to the soul, in going, sayeth: Sigh! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND AGE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK FIRMILIAN; A TRAGEDY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT THE ARTISTS by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS LES CAMARADES EN VOYAGE by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |