HER eyes are bright as sparkling stars, And as the violet blue; In them celestial beauty lies, The soul-light flashing through. No painter, how e'er great his skill, Can imitate her hair; Naught save a sunset sea of gold Had ever shade so rare. The lilies with pale roses blend, And melt upon her cheek -- Her carmine lips disclose seed pearls, When e'er they ope to speak! Her tiny ear, like sea-side shell, Pink-tinged, of perfect mould, A moment gleams, then disappears, Lost in the sea of gold. Ah, should you see my birdie blithe, In some lone sylvan dell, You'd think she was a fairy child, Made mortal by a spell. Her voice! ah, never tropic bird Could trill so sweet a glee; Nor is the sad Æolian harp So full of melody. My birdie speaks, no earthly strain Could thus my spirit move, For her sweet notes pierce through my heart, And thrill the cords of love. For this fair child, this fairy bright, So nearly being divine, To me is sunshine, hope and life -- For she is mine, all mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEIGHBORS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG |