BAREFOOT and ragged, with neglected hair, She whom the Heavens at once made poor and fair, With humble voice and moving words did stay, To beg an alms of all who pass'd that way. But thousands viewing her became her prize, Willingly yielding to her conquering eyes, And caught by her bright hairs, whilst careless she Makes them pay homage to her poverty. So mean a boon, said I, what can extort From that fair mouth, where wanton Love to sport Amidst the pearls and rubies we behold? Nature on thee has all her treasures spread, Do but incline thy rich and precious head, And those fair locks shall pour down showers of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK; A TRUE STORY by ROBERT BURNS SUMMER NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING LOVES MONARCHIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE FLOWER GIRL (REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |