What if my Julia's happy eyes Are filled with ever glad surprise To see herself so fair? Must she alone be dull and blind To what is dear in human kind, And glorious and rare? Must she herself alone ignore The loveliness that all adore In eye and mouth and face? Must she alone be witless quite Of that incomparable sight, That galaxy of grace? And why should she not understand The witchery of snowy hand, The lure of dainty skin? Or why should she not brightly know The powers that with beauty go, To satisfy and win? I would not praise the stupid girl Unconscious of her tiniest curl, The bending of her arm; Let these that such delight confer Be also purest joy to her, And double every charm! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW LOVE AND OLD by SARA TEASDALE THE MIDNIGHT SKATERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE HILL WIFE: THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM by ROBERT FROST IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 83 by ALFRED TENNYSON A MORNING AFTER MOURNING by WILLIAM BASSE A WORLD BEYOND by NATHANIEL INGERSOLL BOWDITCH |