E'EN as a lovely flower, So fair, so pure thou art; I gaze on thee, and sadness Comes stealing o'er my heart. My hands I fain had folded Upon thy soft brown hair, Praying that God may keep thee So lovely, pure and fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN TO CONTENTMENT by THOMAS PARNELL PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 70, 71. MUKADDIM, MUWAKHIR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HEART'S COLLOQUY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AT FAREWELL by GEORGE W. BERGQUIST WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |