Classic Poem

LI.

His Jane was fair to any eye;
How more than earthly fair to him!
Her very beauty made you sigh
To think that it should e'er be dim.

LII.

So childlike young, so gravely sweet,
In maidenhood so meekly proud,
With faith sincere and fancies fleet
Still murmuring soft, ne'er clashing loud.

LIII.

It was, in truth, a simple soul
That filled with day her great blue eyes,
That made her all one gracious whole,
Needing no charm of gaudy lies.

LIV.

She had no art, and little skill
In aught save Right, and maiden Feeling;
On Henry's wisdom leant her will,
No ignorance from him concealing.

LV.

And so she freshened all his life,
As does a sparkling mountain rill,
That plays with scarce a show of strife
Around its green aspiring hill.