THEY say the dark-eyed maids of Spain Are passionate and fond; But eyes of blue are tender and true, -- Give me my Saxon blonde! An arch coquette is the bright brunette, Blithe and merry and gay; Her love may last till the Summer is past, But my blonde's forever and aye! If bards of old the truth have told, The Sirens have raven hair; But o'er the earth, since art had birth, They paint the Angels fair. Ah! well, maybe, the truth to see, A lover is over fond; And I can't deny -- nor will I try -- My love is a golden blonde! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE: THE POWER OF MUSIC by SAMUEL LISLE AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNET DEDICATORY by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER WHITSUNDAY 1644 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ASPIRATIONS: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND GOD'S HUMOR by GAMALIEL BRADFORD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 12 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |