Classic Poem

Of such a woman it may well be said
She has a graceful carriage; or is fair;
And of another she has golden hair
And praise the poise and beauty of her head;
Some women may be witty and well read
And some may charm by throats and bosoms bare.
All are Eve's daughters, all her power share
To conquer man and lead him by a thread.

But more than seeming grace or outward sign
Of loveliness that like a flower is seen,
Is what she keeps shrined sacred and apart;
Some glow of soul like sparkle in the wine
Some shadowy look, like Autumn pool serene,
The reflex of the pureness of her heart.