Could love impart, By nicest art, To speechless rocks a tongue, ''" Their theme would be, Beloved, of thee, ''" Thy beauty, all their song. And, clerklike, then, With sweet amen, Would echo from each hollow Reply all day; WTiile gentle fay, With merry whoop, would follow. Had roses sense, On no pretence Would they their buds unroll; For, could they speak, 'Twas from thy cheek Their dantiest blush they stole. Had lilies eyes, With glad surprise They'd own themselves outdone, When thy pure brow And neck of snow Gleamed in the morning sun. Could shining brooks, By amorous looks, Be taught a voice so rare, Then, every sound That murmured round Would whisper, "Thou art fair !" Could winds be fraught With pensive thought At midnight's solemn hour, Then every wood, In gleeful mood, "Would own thy beauty's power ! And, could the sky Behold thine eye, So filled with love and light, In jealous haste, Thou soon wert placed To star, the cope of Night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET (ON AN OLD BOOK WITH UNCUT LEAVES) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL THE BLOOD HORSE by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE MAYFLOWERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE |