Listen, and I will tell you of a face Not lovely, but made beautiful by mind; Lighted up with dark eyes in which you find All womanly affections have their place; Upon her even brow there is no trace Of passion; many fragrant blossoms bind Her hair glossy and golden; like a blind It shadows her round cheeks blush full of grace. I know now how it is, but it was so: And when I think upon her bosom heaving, And her full glistening eyes looking on me When the poor bird was struggling; I still see The throbbing tenderness, the virgin glow, And dream on, not at rest and yet believing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST by WILLIAM DUNBAR THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG |