THERE never was a rose-lipt maiden In the world as sweet as you, Though the lands of earth are laden With girls both pretty and true; You are the soul of all beauty, Of honor and truth you are part, Your love never quarrels with duty. The glory of you is your heart. Your manner is so unassuming And your soul so peerlessly pure, That your love my life is illuming And the light of your love shall endure; Through the hours your spirit is near me, Of my soul I have counted it part. Little girl of my dreams, do you hear me? The glory of you is your heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROSS OF SNOW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 37. LOVE'S MY POLE-STAR by PHILIP AYRES FASHION; A DIALOGUE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT GRISELDA: CHAPTER 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |