The shade and colour of her eyes can wait, It is the light of love that matters there; But the spider's threads that catch the morning's pearls, All for the Sun, could make no finer hair. Our milk-fed kitten has no warmer skin, My neighbour's pigeon has no softer voice; Our black-mouthed puppy has no whiter teeth -- And the world approves of Dinah and my choice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GONE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX [APRIL 9, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A DEDICATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO AN ETHICAL PREACHER by BRENT DOW ALLINSON MUFFLED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE FIGHTING WORD by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: MYSTERY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |