O LEND to me, sweet nightingale, Your music by the fountain, And lend to me your cadences, O river of the mountain! That I may sing my gay brunette, A diamond spark in coral set, Gem for a prince's coronet -- The daughter of Mendoza. How brilliant is the morning star, The evening star how tender, -- The light of both is in her eves, Their softness and their splendor. But for the lash that shades their light They were too dazzling for the sight, And when she shuts them, all is night -- The daughter of Mendoza. O ever bright and beauteous one, Bewildering and beguiling, The lute is in thy silvery tones, The rainbow in thy smiling; And thine is, too, o'er hill and dell, The bounding of the young gazelle, The arrow's flight and ocean's swell -- Sweet daughter of Mendoza! What though, perchance, we no more meet, -- What though too soon we sever? Thy form will float like emerald light Before my vision ever. For who can see and then forget The glories of my gay brunette -- Thou art too bright a star to set, Sweet daughter of Mendoza!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY MODERN LOVE: 47 by GEORGE MEREDITH CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 53. WITHOUT HER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THREE THINGS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER |