Poems (Prescott)/A Picture
For works with similar titles, see A Picture.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Like summer gales the pines among;
All heaven for me is in her looks,
And life or death upon her tongue!