Oh! that cheek, under her eyebrow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
But tells of days in goodness spent
With smiles that win, the tints that glow.
She spills her beauty on the laughing faces
of happy flowers that bloom a thousand hues,
Filled with joy, she brings the best,
The joy she give others will bring her days
of jest.
Her lips are the red symbol of a dream.
What visions of warm lilies they impart,
That line the green bank of a fair blue stream,
With butterflies and bees close to each heart!
A woman of grace whose wit and art
Are strengthened by her high ideals,
She has a soft and tender heart
Her smile, her glance, her laugh reveals.
Her eyes, alight with Psyche's fame,
Flicker with the joy of living.
Streaming through her blithe frame,
Are rays of kindness, free and giving.
Her smile reflects a shinning light,
And joy it brings to all in sight.
the beauty of her soul shows through,
And keeps us all in not so blue.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
She is the best of dark and bright
I'd like to meet her in aspect and her eyes.
By K.V.Arun