THE shadow of her face upon the wall May take your memory to the perfect Greek, But when you front her, you would call the cheek Too full, sir, for your models, if withal That bloom it wears could leave you critical, And that smile reaching toward the rosy streak; For one who smiles so has no need to speak To lead your thoughts along, as steed to stall. A smile that turns the sunny side o' the heart On all the world, as if herself did win By what she lavished on an open mart! Let no man call the liberal sweetness, sin, -- For friends may whisper as they stand apart, 'Methinks there's still some warmer place within.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |