Classic Poem

The sweet shade falls athwart her face,
And leaves half shadow and half light —
Dimples and lips in open day,
And dreamy brows and eyes in night.

So low the languid eyelids fall,
They rest their silk upon her cheek,
And give delicious laziness
To glances arch and cunning meek.

It cannot frown, the placid brow
Hidden in rare obscurity;
They cannot hate, the indolent eyes,
The sins they do not strive to see.

And in the sunshine of her cheeks
The wanton dimples are at play,
So frolic-earnest in their sport
They do not care to look away.

And oh, if love, kiss-winged, should come
And light on such a rose as this,
Could brow or eye or dimples blame
Such lips for giving back a kiss?