FAIR is her body, bright her eye, With smiles her mouth is kind to me; Then, think no evil, this is she Whom God hath made my only joy. Between the earth and heaven high There is no maid so fair as she; The beauty of her sweet body Doth ever fill my heart with joy. He is a knave, nor do I lie, Who loveth her not heartily; The grace that shines from her body Giveth to lovers all great joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |