O PAINTER, match an English bloom, And give the head an English air, Then with great grey-blue stars illume That face pathetically fair. As though some sweet child, dowered at will With all the wisdom years could send, Looked up and, like a baby still, Became thine equal and thy friend; And kept the childly curves, and grew To woman's shape in wondrous wise, And with soft passion filled anew The sea-like sapphire of her eyes. Look on her, painter; is there aught Of well-beloved that is not here? Could chance or art be guessed or taught To make the lovely child more dear? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD by WILLIAM DAVENANT NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS DREAMS (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER |