MAID of fifteen, in childlike beauty dight, Fair head with crinkled ringlets golden-tressed, Rose-petalled forehead, cheeks like amethyst, Laughter that lifts the soul to Heaven's delight; And neck like snow, and throat than milk more white, And heart full-blossomed neath a budding breast -- Beauty divine in human form expressed, And virtue worthy of that beauty bright -- An eye whose light can change the night to day, A gentle hand that smooths away my care, Yet holds my life caught in its fingers' snare; Withal a voice that's ever fain to sing, Still stopped by smiles, or sweet sighs languishing -- These are the spells that charmed my wits away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 68 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE FABLE; ROME, 1875 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |