BAREFOOT and ragged, with neglected hair, She whom the Heavens at once made poor and fair, With humble voice and moving words did stay, To beg an alms of all who pass'd that way. But thousands viewing her became her prize, Willingly yielding to her conquering eyes, And caught by her bright hairs, whilst careless she Makes them pay homage to her poverty. So mean a boon, said I, what can extort From that fair mouth, where wanton Love to sport Amidst the pearls and rubies we behold? Nature on thee has all her treasures spread, Do but incline thy rich and precious head, And those fair locks shall pour down showers of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |