Sweet maiden with the golden hair And eyes of tender blue, No lily ever was so fair Or rose as sweet as you; Thy smile is like the morning mist— The sun just breaking through. Dear maiden with the velvet cheeks And melting eyes of brown, Soft are thy lips whilst beauty speaks, 'Neath lashes drooping down Concealing darts of fire that pierce When thou dost choose to frown. I know not which hath more appeal— Those eyes of brown or blue, For either pair can fascinate Until my heart beats true; And so I ever hesitate Because I love the two. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAKING OF MAN by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD THE THREE TROOPERS DURING THE PROTECTORATE by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY THE CASE OF SABRINA SIMPSON USCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE WINNING OF POMONA by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE CONGREGATION by GAMALIEL BRADFORD OCTOBER XXIX, 1795 (KEATS' BIRTHDAY) by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |