O PAINTER, match an English bloom, And give the head an English air, Then with great grey-blue stars illume That face pathetically fair. As though some sweet child, dowered at will With all the wisdom years could send, Looked up and, like a baby still, Became thine equal and thy friend; And kept the childly curves, and grew To woman's shape in wondrous wise, And with soft passion filled anew The sea-like sapphire of her eyes. Look on her, painter; is there aught Of well-beloved that is not here? Could chance or art be guessed or taught To make the lovely child more dear? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LINES ON THE COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF BOX HILL, SURREY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ISOBEL'S CHILD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON LOCH LEVEN by CHRISTIAN CARSTAIRS A RANGER by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. UPON A MISER THAT MADE A GREAT FEAST; THE NEXT DAY HE DIED FOR GRIEF by JOHN CLEVELAND SONG ON HIS MAJESTIE'S RETURNE OUT OF SCOTLAND by ABRAHAM COWLEY |