Classic Poem

Bright as the diamond of the mine
Soft as the azure of the sky,
Of earthly things the most divine,
Is woman's eye.

Gay sweet and warm as laughing beams
Sporting around a sunny isle,
Or glittering spray from falling streams,
Is woman's smile.

Melodious as the soft south breeze
The voice of waters, song of birds,
Or ripple slight of summer seas,
Are woman's words.

Delicious as the breath of Spring
At morn upon the mountain's tip,
While flowers their odours round her fling,
Is Woman's lip.

Pure soft and mild as silver light
That smiles upon us from above
Shed by the orbs that rule the night
Is Woman's Love!