'TIS only a pair of woman's eyes, So long-lashed, soft, and brown, Half hiding the light that in them lies, As dreamily looking down. 'Tis only the dainty curve of a lip, Half full, half clear defined, And the shell-like pink of a finger-tip, And a figure half reclined. 'Tis only a coil of rich, dark hair, With sunlight sifted through, And a truant curl just here and there, And a knot of ribbon blue. 'Tis only the wave of a feather fan, That ruffles the creamy lace, Loose gathered about the bosom fair, By rhinestones held in place. 'Tis only the toe of a high-heeled shoe, With the glimpse of a color above -- A stocking tinted a faint sky-blue, The shade that lovers love. 'Tis only a woman -- a woman, that's all, And, as only a woman can, Bringing a heart to her beck and call By waving her feather fan. 'Tis only a woman, and I -- 'twere best To forget that waving fan. She only a woman -- you know the rest? But I am only a man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DOG'S MEMORY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY IMMORTALITY [OR, VERSE] by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE FLYING DUTCHMAN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |