Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BEAUTY'S LIGHT, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: Think not her face is patched with pink Last Line: Lost its soul's light in consequence. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Beauty | ||||||||
Think not her face is patched with pink, Or is a jumbled mess to seem, As berries red, that neither sink Nor swim in shallows of pale cream -- Oh, no! her face it is not white, Nor red, nor brown, nor dark, nor fair, Nor yellow sure, though all the light Of gold and yellow flower meets there; So radiant is my loved one's face There's not one colour there to trace. I know not where the light turns on: Whether that wondrous ball of hair And golden fire reflects upon Her cheeks, creating sunbeams there, I cannot tell; but it is sweet Back of that column white as snow To let my fingers link and meet Under her hair falls, and to know Her mine; where it feels warm; a nest Just emptied by the birds at rest. A thousand sunbeams on each cheek Are crowding eager to o'erleap Her blue eyes' fence rails, where they seek To drown themselves in pools so deep; And leapt them seems that many have, Yet, strange to say, not one could drown, But may be seen afloat the wave, Bobbing their bodies up and down; And not a beam that leapt the fence Lost its soul's light in consequence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN DIVINELY SUPERFLUOUS BEAUTY by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BEAUTY OF THINGS by ROBINSON JEFFERS HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LIFE FROM THE LIFELESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS REARMAMENT by ROBINSON JEFFERS SHANE ONEILLS CAIRN by ROBINSON JEFFERS A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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