Classic Poem

TO H.D.R

My nobler self, before me there,
 You sit with tresses backward rolled,
 A glossy flood of delicate gold,
Relieved by the plush of the purple chair,
And into those eyes of violet-blue,
I gaze till my heart, in a depth of dew,
Melts, and all their celestial hue
Veils me in Etrurian mist,
And floods my soul with amethyst.
From beautiful brow to rounded chin,
The pale rose, under the pearly skin,
Glows like a glow-worm in the cell
Of a rare translucent lily-bell.
The while along your tender cheek
Light flushes of pleasure play hide and seek,
And on your spotless teeth of snow,
 The heart its reddest bloom has set,
 The sweetest and dewiest that ever yet
On womanly lip was seen to glow:—
Thus while you sit in your beauty and bloom,
 Helped on by the kindly light of your glance
With silver shuttle and golden loom,
 I weave for you this light romance.