Sophy! before the fond adieu We long but shrink to say, And while the home prepared for you Looks dark at your delay, Before the graces you disclose By fresh ones are o'ershaded, And duties rise more grave than those, To last when those are faded, It will not weary you, I know, To hear again the voice First heard where Arno's waters flow And Flora's realms rejoice. Of beauty not a word have I (As thousands have) to say, Of vermeil lip or azure eye Or cheek of blushful May. The gentle temper blessing all, The smile at Envy's leer, Are yours; and yours at Pity's call The heart-assuaging tear. Many can fondle and caress .. No other have I known Proud of a sister's loveliness, Unconscious of her own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE POLAR QUEST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON SPRING [IN WAR-TIME] by HENRY TIMROD LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |