Poems (Prescott)/A Picture
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A PICTURE
Her eyes are fairer than the light Of stars that shine the clouds between On summer eves, when in their flight The planets out of heaven lean.
Her cheek is fairer than the rose That blushes in the warm June sun,And all its spicy soul bestows The wandering winds upon.
Her smile is like the flickering rays Which coruscate across the night,And set the Northern skies ablaze With far-reflected light.
Her words are like the gems that fell From fabled lips in fairy lands; And be it with me ill or well, Lies in her two white hands.
Her voice is like the singing brooks, Like summer gales the pines among; All heaven for me is in her looks, And life or death upon her tongue!