Author George Hardinge In the ray that her eyes to your colours may give Beauty's exquisite model again seems to live: But the charm is imperfect that glows in her cheek, As the form cannot move , and the lips cannot speak . Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments