She listened like a cushat dove That listens to its mate alone; She listened like a cushat dove That loves but only one. Not fair as men would reckon fair, Nor noble as they count the line; Only as graceful as a bough And tendrils of the vine; Only as noble as sweet Eve Your ancestress and mine. And downcast were her dovelike eyes, And downcast was her tender cheek, Her pulses fluttered like a dove To hear him speak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TROUBLE IN DE KITCHEN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |