WHEN abroadin the world thou appearest, And the young and the lovely are there, To my heart while of all thou ' rt the dearest, - To my eyes thou ' rt of all the most fair. They pass, one by one, Like waves of the sea, That say to the Sun, "See, how fair we can be." But where's the light like thine, In sun or shade to shine? No no, 'mong them all, there is nothing like thee, Nothing like thee. Oft, of old, without farewell or warning, Beauty's self used to steal from the skies; Fling a mist round her head, some fine morning, And post down to earth in disguise; But, no matter what shroud Around her might be, Men peeped through the cloud, And whispered, "T is She " So thou, where thousands are, Shinest forth the only star, Yes, yes, ' mong them all , there is nothing like thee, Nothing like thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by SARA TEASDALE A PRIZE RIDDLE ON HERSELF WHEN 24 by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST THE SWAN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE |