FAIR maid, had I not heard thy baby cries, Nor seen thy girlish sweet vicissitude, Thy mazy motions, striving to elude, Yet wooing still a parent's watchful eyes,-- Thy humours, many as the opal's dyes, And lovely all; methinks thy scornful mood And bearing high of stately womanhood, Thy brow where Beauty sits to tyrannize O'er humble love, had made me sadly fear thee; For never sure was seen a Royal Bride, Whose gentleness gave grace to so much pride. My very thoughts would tremble to be near thee: But when I see thee at thy father's side, Old times unqueen thee, and old loves endear thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM PARADISI GLORIA by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS LINES TO MR. WYNCH ON HIS FORTH-FIFTH BIRTHDAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |