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...ON VENUS ARISING FROM THE SEA by ANTIPATER OF SIDON IN THE DEEP WHITE SNOW by ANNE ATWOOD HYMN TO CONTENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CLOUDS by EDUARD VON BAUERNFELD TO MRS W. ON HER EXCELLENT VERSES WRITTEN IN A FIT OF SICKNESS by APHRA BEHN |