IN hood of blue's soft, warm embrace (Just edged with frills of dainty lace That coyly kiss her blooming cheek, Where dimples play at hide and seek) I see a maiden's winsome face. Ah! had I but the skill to trace Upon the outstretched canvas' space That classic profile, purest Greek, In hood of blue! Alas, I've not; but from my place Beside her, when at rapid pace We fly o'er snowy hill-sides bleak, I gaze in eyes that almost speak, And feel I'm drawn, -- towards charming Grace, In hood of blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 97. A SUPERSCRIPTION by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |