MAID of fifteen, in childlike beauty dight, Fair head with crinkled ringlets golden-tressed, Rose-petalled forehead, cheeks like amethyst, Laughter that lifts the soul to Heaven's delight; And neck like snow, and throat than milk more white, And heart full-blossomed neath a budding breast -- Beauty divine in human form expressed, And virtue worthy of that beauty bright -- An eye whose light can change the night to day, A gentle hand that smooths away my care, Yet holds my life caught in its fingers' snare; Withal a voice that's ever fain to sing, Still stopped by smiles, or sweet sighs languishing -- These are the spells that charmed my wits away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: 20. A HAPPY MARRIAGE by THOMAS CAMPION AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE THE INVITATION (TO TOM HUGHES) by CHARLES KINGSLEY OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY SATIRE: 3 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |