POETS BEWARE.
I
Poets beware! never compare
Woman with ought on earth or in air;
Earth may be bright, air may be light,
But brightness and lightness in woman unite.
Can you suppose eyes are like sloes,
Or that her blushes resemble the rose?
Where shall we seek for sloes that can speak,
Or roses that rival an eloquent cheek?
II
Surely you ne'er saw lilies so fair
As the forehead that peeps thro' the curls of her hair!
Surely her lips red rubies eclipse,
The coral she wears and the nectar she sips!
Birds, in the spring, sweetly may sing,
But woman sings better than birds on the wing.
Then, poets, beware! never compare
Woman with ought on earth or in air.
