Classic Poem

Such gentle awe is in her winsome ways
That, when she greeteth others on the street,
The glibbest tongue in silence long delays,
Nor dare bold eyes her star-like gaze to meet.

Though praises follow her where'er she goes,
Yet with humility she's ever dressed:
She seems from heaven come, so to disclose
The gracious bearing of the immortal blest.

To gaze upon her beauty is to know
The purest sentiment of reverent love;
While he to whom some favor she doth show
May taste before the joys of heaven above.

Upon her curved and gracious lips there dwells
Soft utterance that speaketh of the sky;
And in her eye a sweetness that compels
The heart to breathe its life out in a sigh.