THEY say the dark-eyed maids of Spain Are passionate and fond; But eyes of blue are tender and true, -- Give me my Saxon blonde! An arch coquette is the bright brunette, Blithe and merry and gay; Her love may last till the Summer is past, But my blonde's forever and aye! If bards of old the truth have told, The Sirens have raven hair; But o'er the earth, since art had birth, They paint the Angels fair. Ah! well, maybe, the truth to see, A lover is over fond; And I can't deny -- nor will I try -- My love is a golden blonde! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAINEER AND POET by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER by BEN JONSON A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES FOR LACK OF GOLD by ADAM AUSTIN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 6. LOVE'S DESPAIR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LIME STREET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: KING SOLOMON by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |