Look where she sits in languid loveliness, Her feet upgathered, and her turbaned brow Bent o'er her hand, her robe in ample flow Disparted! Look in attitude and dress She sits and seems an eastern sultaness! And music is about her, and the glow Of young fair faces, and sweet voices go Forth at her call, and all about her press. But no sultana she! As in a book In that fine form and lovely brow we trace Divinest purity, and the bright look Of genius. Much is she in mind and face Like the fair blossom of some woodland nook The wind-flower, -----delicate and full of grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON A VILLANELLE OF SPRING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE CONTRAST TO WATTS' HYMN 'THE POTTER AND THE CLAT' by JOHN BYROM IN PRAISE OF HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW A ROUNDUP LULLABY by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. THE WAY-SIDE WELL by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER SR. RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 4 by CHARLES COTTON |