NAME me the fairest flower of earth, The brightest bud of all, That leaves of softest hue puts forth, From which sweet perfumes fall, And I will name a maiden fair With whom that flower can not compare. Bring me the purest, purest gem That ocean's depths may hold, Or decks a monarch's diadem, Resplendent mid the gold; But I will name an eye whose light More perfect is in beauty bright. Name me the fairest, fairest maid E'er breathed of old our air; Though soft her cheek and pure its shade, And she as angel fair; Yet I will name a maid who far Surpasses her, as sun a star; Whose beauteous form, whose tender eye, Whose soft and loving heart, Whose sweet and soothing witchery Will ne'er from memory part; And who forever, evermore, I'll love and worship and adore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN |