FOR your eyes of heavenly hue, Heather blue-bells steeped in dew, In whose depths my mirrored self Smiles at me like tiny elf, I dearly love you. For your braided silken hair Waving from a forehead fair, Like the gossamer in sheen, Like a poet's dream, I ween, I dearly love you. For your lips of perfect mold, Rosebuds ere they quite unfold, When they smiling ope to speak, Dancing dimples star the cheek, I dearly love you. For your hands like lilies fair Breathing perfume on the air, For the gentle, timid clasp In my warm, impassioned grasp, I dearly love you. These are charms like flowers sweet, But alone—are incomplete— For your heart and mind, ma belle, Where the Christian graces dwell, I dearly love you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON THE OLD SHIPS by JAMES ELROY FLECKER TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 130 by ALFRED TENNYSON |