O why are there eyes like these, <br />That sparkle and dapple and tease, <br />So wide with the morning, so deep with the night, <br />Dancing and gleaming in passioned delight? <br />O why are there eyes like these? <br /> <br />O why are there lips like these? <br />Caressed by the southern breeze, <br />That beckon and call and hold a slave <br />All who therewith each soul-cry leave? <br />O why are there lips like these? <br /> <br />O why are there arms like these? <br />That crumple and crush as they please <br />A weak man's heart, and in their embrace <br />Bring a glow of red to a strong man's face? <br />O why are there arms like these?<br /><br />Joseph Seamon Cotter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-at-a-portrait/
