Classic Poem

Her beauty, like the star of night,
Outshone them all beyond compare, —
But ah, it was an icy light,
That froze as well as glittered there.

No jewel might her brow adorn,
Or deck her locks of flowing gold;
Her eye was brighter than the morn, —
But ah, her bosom — it was cold!

Her ripened cheek out-blushed the dawn,
Her lips were roses dashed with dew, —
Her light step tripp'd it like the fawn,
Oh, she was fair, had she been true.

Her beauty, like the star of night,
Outshone them all beyond compare,
But ah, it was an icy light,
That froze as well as glittered there.