Classic Poem

CHAP. VII.

PART I.

I N thee, O Prince's daughter, meet,
Numberless charms from head to feet!
Those feet become the shoes they wear,
Become the lovely weight they bear;
Two beauteous pillars they sustain,
Whose joints the finest work contain;
Like precious gems, more precious still
When cut and set with wondrous skill.
Thy navel's like a goblet round,
Which does with vital juice abound:
Thy belly promises a race,
Heirs to thy honour, and thy grace.
'Tis like a heap of wheat, when crown'd
With snowy lillies all around.
Thy breasts, which equal beauties share,
Are like two fawns, an equal pair,
The lovely twins o'th' fruitful roe.
Above these hills of driven snow
Stand that fair neck, which seems to be
A tower of polish'd ivory.
Those eyes, those sparkling eyes of thine,
Like the clear pools in Heshbon , shine
Just by Bath-rabbim-gate. Thy nose
Methinks like some fair turret shows,
Like 'that of Leb'non, which descries
The plain where great Damascus lies.
Thy head's with many graces blest,
(Thy head, whose beauty crowns the rest)
It looks like Carmel's fields, and bears
A lovely fleece of purple hairs.
By these dear chains the king is bound,
When in the galleries he's found.