Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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ASK NOT THE COLOUR OF MY ROSA'S EYES.
Ask not the colour of my Rosa's eyes;Who can describe the tints of evening skies,
When the mind soars beyond each outward hue,
To something purer which it loves to view?
Ask not the shade of Rosa's curling hair—
It is a nameless grace that triumphs there.
The shape of Rosa's mouth you may not trace,
That source of half the beauty of her face;
Those lips of coral, where expression lies,
And rivals e'en the magic of her eyes;
Her smile more gentle than the dimpling deep,
When the wind whispers ere it falls asleep.
'Mid summer's buds, and autumn's fruits, you'll seek
In vain, for blooms to match her blushing cheek.
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