"Um mover d'olhos brando e piadoso." A MOVEMENT of the soft eyes, slow and eloquent, A smile of sweet, yet of such chastened joy, 'Twere easy to transform it to a tear. A gentle, timid motion, like young flowers Beneath the murmuring west wind undulating. A graceful, modest ardour -- yet at times Most grave and quiet majesty, as one Who knows -- that rarest knowledge -- her own worth. A childlike nature, index of a soul Where goodness is intuitive -- not put on To gain false praises for a falser virtue. A bashful softness when she tells her love -- A tremour as of guilt, with low-drooped eyes And red-rose cheek, did not her brow serene, Like to a temple of all holy things, Forbid the thought. A patient power of sufferance, Enduring all with angel smiles of love. This, the celestial beauty of my Circe -- This is the magic potion which has changed Earth and all earthly sorrows to a Heaven! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WIRES by ALEXANDER ANDERSON CHRISTMAS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |