AUDACIOUS maid, when thee I meet I fain would offer praise, Compare thy dancing eyes of blue To lakes in summer days; Or else invent some golden name For the glory of thy hair, Liken thy lips to an opening rose, Thy throat to a lily fair. Yet more poetic I'd become If I, alas! might speak; But thought and speech both fail me In wonder at thy cheek. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS OF A LOST GNOSTIC POEM OF THE 12TH CENTURY by HERMAN MELVILLE THE LAMENTATION OF DANAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON THE MASSACRE by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK E.W.T.: ON THE DEATH OF HIS BETTY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |