Classic Poem

XI.

" Not thus a leech unknown we trust;
But I would fain behold thee more;
Thy speech assured in sound is just,
And I would read thy features o'er.

XII.

" In these the soul may oft be found;
Yet even now methinks thy voice
Delights me with a lovely sound,
And bids my flagging heart rejoice. "

XIII.

The King upon his elbow leant,
And opened fair his broad blue eyes;
Her eyes' deep glow on his she bent,
And cast away her dull disguise.

XIV.

Swift change and dazzling! Bright was she
With gold, and gems, and silk array,
That seemed the fitting garb to be
Of beauty's goodliest summer day.

XV.

The pearls amid her darkest hair
Adorned a brow of queenly span,
And hers were cheeks and mouth so fair
They lured away the will of man.