Serious but smiling, stately and serene,
And dreamier than a flower;
A girl in whom all sympathies convene
As perfumes in a bower;
Through whom one feels what soul and heart may mean,
And their resistless power.
Eyes, that commune with the frank skies of truth,
Where thought like starlight curls;
Lips of immortal rose, where love and youth
Nestle like two sweet pearls;
Hair, that suggests the Bible braids of RUTH,
Deeper than any girl's.
When first I saw you,‘ t was as if within
My soul took shape some song —
Played by a master of the violin —
A music pure and strong,
That rapt my soul above all earthly sin
To heights that know no wrong.