A LADY, the loveliest ever the sun Looked down upon you must paint for me: Oh, if I only could make you see The clear blue eyes, the tender smile, The sovereign sweetness, the gentle grace, The woman's soul, and the angel's face That are beaming on me all the while, I need not speak these foolish words: Yet one word tells you all I would say,-- She is my mother: you will agree That all the rest may be thrown away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF THE GIBBET by FRANCOIS VILLON THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO WORDSWORTH by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS CEN'LIN, PRINCE OF MERCIA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |