Look where she sits in languid loveliness, Her feet upgathered, and her turbaned brow Bent o'er her hand, her robe in ample flow Disparted! Look in attitude and dress She sits and seems an eastern sultaness! And music is about her, and the glow Of young fair faces, and sweet voices go Forth at her call, and all about her press. But no sultana she! As in a book In that fine form and lovely brow we trace Divinest purity, and the bright look Of genius. Much is she in mind and face Like the fair blossom of some woodland nook The wind-flower, -----delicate and full of grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |