Classic Poem

So like a rose, her cheeks, her dimpled chin;
So like a lily white, her forehead fair,
So like the poppies red, her perfect lips,
So like the mist at dawn, her filmy hair.
So like the very sweetest flowers that blow,
Love is her natural heritage, I know!

So like the whispering wind, her thrilling voice
Sweeping my heart strings, lighting love's white fire,
So like two star-born violets her eyes
That look into my soul and see—desire.
So like a graceful goddess, set to song,
Love is her right, withholding it were wrong!

So like a Princess, gracious, dignified,
From useless pomp and ceremony freed,
So like a Queen, crowned with her loveliness,
Her soft, strong hands no golden scepter need.
Who could not love her, be he Prince or churl?
For best of all, she is so like—a girl!