Listen, and I will tell you of a face Not lovely, but made beautiful by mind; Lighted up with dark eyes in which you find All womanly affections have their place; Upon her even brow there is no trace Of passion; many fragrant blossoms bind Her hair glossy and golden; like a blind It shadows her round cheeks blush full of grace. I know now how it is, but it was so: And when I think upon her bosom heaving, And her full glistening eyes looking on me When the poor bird was struggling; I still see The throbbing tenderness, the virgin glow, And dream on, not at rest and yet believing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JACOBITE'S TOAST (TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY) by JOHN BYROM ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY RETRIBUTION by FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU TRUST IN GOD by NORMAN MACLEOD (1812-1872) SARRAZINE'S SONG, FR. CHAITIVEL by MARIE DE FRANCE |