Author Arthur Guiterman Her lips, like roses empearled, Gave forth a rill of laughter; She brought the joy of the world ā Of this and that hereafter. So free that magical art Alone would serve to bind her, She danced right into my heart And locked the door behind her! 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