BESIDE a Primrose 'broider'd Rill Sat Phyllis Lee in Silken Dress Whilst Lucius limn'd with loving skill Her likeness, as a Shepherdess. Yet tho' he strove with loving skill His Brush refused to work his Will. "Dear Maid, unless you close your Eyes I cannot paint to-day," he said; "Their Brightness shames the very Skies And turns their Turquoise into Lead." Quoth Phyllis, then, "To save the Skies And speed your Brush, I'll shut my Eyes." Now when her Eyes were closed, the Dear, Not dreaming of such Treachery, Felt a Soft Whisper in her Ear, "Without the Light, how can one See?" "If you are @3sure@1 that none can see I'll keep them shut," said Phyllis Lee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOROTHY Q; A FAMILY PORTRAIT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE MORAL FABLES: THE MOUSE AND THE PADDOCK by AESOP PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 31. AL-LATIF by EDWIN ARNOLD VERSES ON SEEING IN AN ALBUM A SKETCH OF AN OLD GATEWAY by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 68 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |