HER personable countenance Incites the mind devoid of laughter; She is a smooth and supple lance That, bent, retained some bending after. Always the sun will flash from it, Tracing that length that never broke— Her lovely grace—her singing wit That cuts a curved and cruel stroke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TAPS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY LIGHT WITH YOURS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |