Child of two strong nations, heir <br />Born of high-souled hope that smiled, <br />Seeing for each brought forth a fair <br /> Child, <br /> <br />By thy gracious brows, and wild <br />Golden-clouded heaven of hair, <br />By thine eyes elate and mild, <br /> <br />Hope would fain take heart to swear <br />Men should yet be reconciled, <br />Seeing the sign she bids thee bear, <br /> Child.<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-dora-dorian/
