HER curled and rosy beauty So shining was, The heart went crying and sighing That it must pass. With the gold and the silver She did adorn her: The heart went weeping and weeping That it must mourn her. Like apple-blossom and clove-pink, Her white and red; God when He made her colour Laughed as He made. Little gold head of curls Shining and bright of her; God when He made her hair Took delight of her. Tall as a poplar tree, Slight as a spear, Graceful as is a swan On a still mere. All so harmless her beauty, Innocent, mild, Like a young lamb in the pasture, Like a young child. With the rose and the scarlet She did bedeck her; Radiant as a new rose Fresh from the Maker. All so dewy, so tender, Her beauty was, The heart dropped tears in the silence That it must pass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MR. WILLIAM HERVEY by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE NIGHT OF TRAFALGAR by THOMAS HARDY TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |