Cherry-red her mouth was, Morning-blue her eye, Lady-slim her little waist Rounded prettily; And her sweet smile of gladness Made every heart rejoice; But sweeter even than her smile The tones were of her voice. Sometimes she spoke, sometimes she sang; And evermore the sound Floated, a dreamy melody, Upon the air around; As tho' a wind were singing Far up beside the sun, Till sound and warmth and glory Were blended all in one. Her hair was long and golden, And clustered unconfined Over a forehead high and white That spoke a noble mind. Her little hand, her little foot Were ready evermore To hurry forth to meet a friend; She smiling at the door. But if she sang, or if she spoke, 'Twas music soft and grand, As tho' a distant singing sea Broke on a tuneful strand; As tho' a blessed Angel Were singing a glad song, Half way between the earth and Heaven Joyfully borne along. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAILORS' [OR MARINERS'] SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH THE IMAGE IN LAVA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE SWAMP ANGEL by HERMAN MELVILLE WINTER RAIN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |