GUENDOLEN.
She is so fair, I thought, so dear and fair!
Maidenly beautiful from head to feet,
With pensive profile delicate and sweet,
And Titian's 'color in her sunny hair.
Maidenly beautiful from head to feet,
With pensive profile delicate and sweet,
And Titian's 'color in her sunny hair.
So fair, I thought, rejoicing even to note
The little flexible, transparent wrist,
The purple of the gold-clasped amethyst
That glittered at her white and slender throat:
The little flexible, transparent wrist,
The purple of the gold-clasped amethyst
That glittered at her white and slender throat:
The tiny ear, curled like a rosy shell;
The gentle splendor of the wide brown eyes,
Deep, lustrous, tender, clear as morning skies:
The full, sad lips,—the voice that like a bell
The gentle splendor of the wide brown eyes,
Deep, lustrous, tender, clear as morning skies:
The full, sad lips,—the voice that like a bell
Rang thrilling with a music sweet and wild,
High, airy-pure as fluting of the fays,
Or bird-notes in the early summer days,
And joyous as the laughter of a child.
High, airy-pure as fluting of the fays,
Or bird-notes in the early summer days,
And joyous as the laughter of a child.
