YOU talk about some maiden fair, With alabaster brow, Her face like snowdrifts soft and rare — As poets oft allow; Your parian, pentelic maid — Admire her, ye who can; My choice is for a darker shade, The girl of healthy tan! The neck they liken to the swan, The goose has, quite as true; The maid with ivory forehead on May have a blockhead, too; But nut-brown damsels are the thing For me or any man; The summer girl's the one I sing, The girl with glowing tan! The snow-white pallor some admire Cold hands and feet foretell; The marble brows they so admire Mean marble hearts as well; Give me the warm, fresh blood that flows On nature's freest plan, The wholesome look, the eye that glows, The girl with summer tan! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY A SONG OF LIFE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS by EDWIN ARNOLD THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES A SERIOUS REFLECTION ON HUMAN LIFE, SELECTION by HENRY BAKER |