SHE was a lovely one-- her shape was light And delicately flexible; her eye Might have been black, or blue, -- but it was bright, Though beaming not on every passer-by; 'T was very modest, and a little shy. The eyelash seemed to shade the very cheek; That had the color of a sunset sky, Not rosy-- but a soft and heavenly streak For which the arm might strike-- the heart might break -- And a soft gentle voice, that kindly sweet Accosted one she chanced to overtake, While walking slowly on iambic feet, In tones that fell as soft as heaven's own dew-- Who was it! dear young Lady, was it you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW THE PALM TREE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS MOTHER TO SON by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE AMORETTI: 64 by EDMUND SPENSER THE REASON by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |