My Lady unto Madam makes her bow. The charm of women is, that even while You're probed by them for tears, you yet may smile, Nay, laugh outright, as I have done just now. The interview was gracious: they anoint (To me aside) each other with fine praise: Discriminating compliments they raise, That hit with wondrous aim on the weak point: My Lady's nose of Nature might complain. It is not fashioned aptly to express Her character of large-browed steadfastness. But Madam says: Thereof she may be vain! Now, Madam's faulty feature is a glazed And inaccessible eye, that has soft fires, Wide gates, at love-time, only. This admires My Lady. At the two I stand amazed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BUILDING BLOCKS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN SHIPS AT SUNSET by STANLEY E. BABB THE FOREST POOL by GRACE BLAINE THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE LAST TIME THAT I MET LADY RUTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A LETTER TO SARA HUTCHINSON, APRIL 4, 1802 -- SUNDAY EVENING by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |