THINE is an ever-changing beauty; now With that proud look, so lofty yet serene In its high majesty, thou seem'st a queen, With all her diamonds blazing on her brow! Anon I see -- as gentler thoughts arise And mould thy features in their sweet control -- The pure, white ray that lights a maiden's soul, And struggles outward through her drooping eyes. Anon they flash; and now a golden light Bursts o'er thy beauty, like the Orient's glow, Bathing thy shoulders' and thy bosom's snow, And all the woman beams upon my sight! I kneel unto the queen, like knight of yore; The maid I love; the woman I adore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER AT THE LATTICE by ALFRED AUSTIN VERSES, SUGGESTED BY THE FUNERAL OF AN EPITAPH IN BURY CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON |