Caroling Dusk/Portrait

by George Leonard Allen

For works with similar titles, see Portrait.

PORTRAIT

Her eyes? Dark pools of deepest shade, Like sylvan lakes that lieIn some sequestered forest glade Beneath a starry sky.

Her cheeks? The ripened chestnut’s hue,— Rich autumn’s sun-kissed brown!Caressed by sunbeams dancing through Red leaves that flutter down.

Her form? A slender pine that sways Before the murmuring breezeIn summer, when the south wind plays Soft music through the trees.

Herself? A laughing, joyous sprite Who smiles from dawn till dark,As lovely as a summer night And carefree as a lark.