Classic Poem

I know a maiden like a flower,
(Flower-sweet, dainty-sweet!)
Sister to the wild rose
And the wild marguerite.

Petal-soft are the lips of her,
(Flower-sweet, dainty-sweet!)
And blue her eyes as the misty blue
Where the dew and the blue-bells meet.

Light her hands as the cherry blossom,
(Flower-sweet, dainty-sweet!)
And never so light the wind on the grass
As the lightness of her feet.