HER brown hair plainly put away Under her broad hat's rustic brim; That threw across her placid brow Its veil-like shadow, cool and dim: Her shut lips sweet as if they moved Only to accents good and true; Her eyes down-dropt, yet bright and clear As violets shining out of dew: And folded close together now The tender hands that seemed to prove Their wondrous fitness to perform The works of charitable love. Such is her picture, but too fair For pencil or for pen to paint; For who could show you all in one The child, the woman, and the saint? I needs must fail; for mortal hand Her full completeness may not trace, Whose meek and quiet spirit gives Heaven's beauty to an earthly face! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I HAVE SEEN THE SPRING' by SARA TEASDALE CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW IN REMEMBRANCE by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER PSALM 3. DOMINE QUID MULTIPLICATI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FLIGHT OF TIME by J. K. BLAKE SONG by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |