Classic Poem

Straight as a sapling pine, superbly fair,
With supple, slender grace you walk serene,
The glint of golden sunlight in your hair,
A wondrous magic beauty in your mien.
Your eyes alight with humor, playful, keen,
Like twinkling starlight drive men to despair.
The stately gracious carriage of a queen.
And yet, withal, a wistful sadness there.

O maiden, when your magic face men see,
Unto your peerless beauty they succumb.
But though your radiant charm and witchery
May thrill and satisfy the hearts of some,
I wonder, for my part, how you can be
So beautiful — and yet so awful dumb.