Still-life she loves -- bronze pears and mist-gray pewter, Slim green amphorae, books all bulk and binding, In most admired disorder grouped to suit her, Artistic joy in mass and contour finding; The shadow of some bowl will so intrigue her That she will scan it, rapt, for hours together, Her bright head tilted -- while my wooing eager Falls flat as banal comment on the weather! Engrossed in cube and sphere, in colors burning Like opalescent fancies drifting o'er her, Her loveliness with new perspectives growing, She lacks the Landseer quality -- of knowing How light and shade best mingle in the yearning Of hapless eyes whose fate is to adore her! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING CATHOLIC HYMN by EDGAR ALLAN POE URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE CLOUD-CLIMBING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |