When I remark her golden hair <br /> Swoon on her glorious shoulders, <br />I marvel not that sight so rare <br /> Doth ravish all beholders; <br />For summon hence all pretty girls <br /> Renowned for beauteous tresses, <br />And you shall find among their curls <br /> There's none so fair as Jessie's. <br /> <br />And Jessie's eyes are, oh, so blue <br /> And full of sweet revealings-- <br />They seem to look you through and through <br /> And read your inmost feelings; <br />Nor black emits such ardent fires, <br /> Nor brown such truth expresses-- <br />Admit it, all ye gallant squires-- <br /> There are no eyes like Jessie's. <br /> <br />Her voice (like liquid beams that roll <br /> From moonland to the river) <br />Steals subtly to the raptured soul, <br /> Therein to lie and quiver; <br />Or falls upon the grateful ear <br /> With chaste and warm caresses-- <br />Ah, all concede the truth (who hear): <br /> There's no such voice as Jessie's. <br /> <br />Of other charms she hath such store <br /> All rivalry excelling, <br />Though I used adjectives galore, <br /> They'd fail me in the telling; <br />But now discretion stays my hand-- <br /> Adieu, eyes, voice, and tresses. <br />Of all the husbands in the land <br /> There's none so fierce as Jessie's.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jessie-2/
