My Lady of all ladies! Queen by right <br />Of tender beauty; full of gentle moods; <br />With eyes that look divine beatitudes, <br />Large eyes illumined with her spirit's light; <br /> <br />Lips that are lovely both by sound and sight, <br />Breathing such music as the dove, which broods <br />Within the dark and silence of the woods, <br />Croons to the mate that is her heart's delight. <br /> <br />Where is a line, in cloud or wave or hill, <br />To match the curve which rounds her soft-flushed cheek? <br />A colour, in the sky of morn or of even, <br />To match that flush? Ah, let me now be still! <br />If of her spirit I should strive to speak, <br />I should come short, as earth comes short of heaven.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lady-6/
