HER voice -- like rich and mellow notes Of thrush, in woodland glades, That fall upon the listener's ear, As evening twilight fades. Her laughter -- like the merry brook That flows o'er mossy stones, And bubbles forth its careless mirth In soft and silver tones. Her beauty -- like the budding rose, With tints as fair to see; A beauty perfect in the bud, -- What must the blossom be? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH by WALT WHITMAN THE TWO TREES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |