No rich and costly gown Of brilliant lustre rare, Woven from Oriental looms; No sparkling jewels fair; No rich and showy laces, Nor ribbons she may wear; No scented, gaudy flowers May decorate her hair. She may not tread in silken hose, Nor sit at festal boards And drink from golden cups, as did Belshazzar and his lords. Splendidly she may not in A palace rich reside; With heraldry she may not in A burnished chariot ride. Yet, she's the daughter of a king, A king who's not of earth. She has that true adorning Which is of greatest worth. "She is all glorious within," Immaculate and whole, And wrought with gold devoid of dross Are the garments of her soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMPLAINT OF THE FAIR ARMOURESS by FRANCOIS VILLON THE COMMONPLACE by WALT WHITMAN TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE CARPENTER'S STORY by ARCHIE BINNS POETRY: WHAT IS IT? by LEVI BISHOP INVITING by DANIEL CHAUNCEY BREWER JOY - A MOTH by ADELE HART BROWN ANSWER TO LINES WRITTEN IN ROUSSEAU'S LETTERS OF AN ITALIAN NUN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |