HER curled and rosy beauty So shining was, The heart went crying and sighing That it must pass. With the gold and the silver She did adorn her: The heart went weeping and weeping That it must mourn her. Like apple-blossom and clove-pink, Her white and red; God when He made her colour Laughed as He made. Little gold head of curls Shining and bright of her; God when He made her hair Took delight of her. Tall as a poplar tree, Slight as a spear, Graceful as is a swan On a still mere. All so harmless her beauty, Innocent, mild, Like a young lamb in the pasture, Like a young child. With the rose and the scarlet She did bedeck her; Radiant as a new rose Fresh from the Maker. All so dewy, so tender, Her beauty was, The heart dropped tears in the silence That it must pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 14 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO RALPH LEYCESTER, ESQ. ON HIS SENDING THE AUTHOR A HARE by JOHN BYROM MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. FORMS ETERNAL AS THE MOUNTAINS by EDWARD CARPENTER THE DISAPPOINTED DEMON by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 1. SILFORD HALL; OR, THE HAPPY DAY by GEORGE CRABBE |