She stood in all her slender grace Veiling the sun's orb from my face: O may her beauty ever be So veiled from time's inconstancy! It was as if she knew, I guess, She was a moon of loveliness; And may aught else the bright sun veil Except the moon's own lustre pale? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TROUBLE IN DE KITCHEN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |