WITH brunettes I now have finish'd, And this year am once more fond Of the eyes whose colour blue is, Of the hair whose colour's blond. Mild the blond one, whom I love now, And in meekness quite a gem! She would be some blest saint's image, Held her hand a lily stem. Slender limbs of wondrous beauty, Little flesh, much sympathy; All her soul is glowing but for Faith and hope and charity. She maintains she understands not German, -- but it can't be so; Hast ne'er read the heavenly poem Klopstock wrote some time ago? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON EPILOGUE FROM EMBLEMS OF LOVE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) TO THE DECEASED AUTHOR, UPON THE PROMISCUOUS PRINTING OF HIS POEMS by THOMAS BROWNE |