A maiden ...
Lovely as spring's first note ... Pure
As beautiful, and gentle and benign.
* * * * *
A Flower....
Fairest of all flowers was she....
She hath an eye that smiles into all hearts,
* * * * *
Soon would her gentle words make peace.

_The Borderers._


Yes! thou art fair, yet be not moved
To scorn the declaration,
That sometimes I in thee have loved
My fancy's own creation.

Imagination needs must stir;
Dear Maid, this truth believe,
Minds that have nothing to confer,
Find little to perceive.

Be pleased that Nature made thee fit
To feed my heart's devotion,
By laws to which all forms submit
In sky, air, earth, and ocean.

_Poems of the Affections, 16._