I WHITE, pillared neck; a brow to make men quake; A woman's perfect form; Like some cool marble, should that wake, Breathe, and be warm. II A shape, a mind, a heart Of womanhood the whole; Her breath, her smile, her touch, her art, All—save her soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON A DYING LADY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE CANONIZATION by JOHN DONNE THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE LITTLE HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AT FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE LI HUA'S MESSENGER by PETER BETHANIS |