Cherry-red her mouth was, Morning-blue her eye, Lady-slim her little waist Rounded prettily; And her sweet smile of gladness Made every heart rejoice; But sweeter even than her smile The tones were of her voice. Sometimes she spoke, sometimes she sang; And evermore the sound Floated, a dreamy melody, Upon the air around; As tho' a wind were singing Far up beside the sun, Till sound and warmth and glory Were blended all in one. Her hair was long and golden, And clustered unconfined Over a forehead high and white That spoke a noble mind. Her little hand, her little foot Were ready evermore To hurry forth to meet a friend; She smiling at the door. But if she sang, or if she spoke, 'Twas music soft and grand, As tho' a distant singing sea Broke on a tuneful strand; As tho' a blessed Angel Were singing a glad song, Half way between the earth and Heaven Joyfully borne along. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS |