MANY were lovely there; but, of that many, Was one who looked the loveliest of any -- The youthful countess. On her cheek the dyes Were crimson with the morning's exercise; The laugh upon her full red lip yet hung; And, arrow-like, light words flashed from her tongue. She had more loveliness than beauty -- hers Was that enchantment which the heart confers. A mouth, sweet from its smiles; a large dark eye That had o'er all expression mastery, Laughing the orb, but yet the long lash made Somewhat of sadness with its twilight shade; And suiting well the upcast look that seemed, At times, as it of melancholy dreamed: Her cheek was as a rainbow, it so changed As each emotion o'er its surface ranged -- Her face was full of feeling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH AND ART by ROBERT BROWNING DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN LILIES: 30. THE WHOLE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE EMANCIPATION OF HIS MISTRESS' PERFECTIONS by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |