HOW shall I, in my pride, array The one I choose, What purple and what gems display For her to use, What flowing silk and flowered hem, What diadem? What shall I, in my love, desire Her eyes to see, When she steps forth in her attire So daintily, What pathway shall I deem most meet For her dear feet? Each thread of gold, in Heaven wrought, Which I receive To fashion my divinest thought, I will inweave, And twine a rare and royal dress For my princess. In her clear sight the magic earth Shall all be fair, No evil thing will come to birth In her pure air, All paths shall turn to fragrant ways Wherein she strays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY by WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD HOW DO I KNOW? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PEACE ON EARTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |