Cherry-red her mouth was, Morning-blue her eye, Lady-slim her little waist Rounded prettily; And her sweet smile of gladness Made every heart rejoice; But sweeter even than her smile The tones were of her voice. Sometimes she spoke, sometimes she sang; And evermore the sound Floated, a dreamy melody, Upon the air around; As tho' a wind were singing Far up beside the sun, Till sound and warmth and glory Were blended all in one. Her hair was long and golden, And clustered unconfined Over a forehead high and white That spoke a noble mind. Her little hand, her little foot Were ready evermore To hurry forth to meet a friend; She smiling at the door. But if she sang, or if she spoke, 'Twas music soft and grand, As tho' a distant singing sea Broke on a tuneful strand; As tho' a blessed Angel Were singing a glad song, Half way between the earth and Heaven Joyfully borne along. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE GREAT LOVER by RUPERT BROOKE THE PROGRESS OF POESY; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 35. PERSEVERE by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 32. 'LO! ONE CALLS' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |