A VIOLET in her lovely hair, A rose upon her bosom fair! But O, her eyes A lovelier violet disclose, And her ripe lips the sweetest rose That's 'neath the skies. A lute beneath her graceful hand Breathes music forth at her command; But still her tongue Far richer music calls to birth Than all the minstrel power on earth Can give to song. And thus she moves in tender light, The purest ray, where all is bright, Serene, and sweet; And sheds a graceful influence round, That hallows e'en the very ground Beneath her feet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOODLY SONG by PAUL VERLAINE WORK WITHOUT HOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON THE ROAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS |