When the sklll'd fashioner of female faces <br /> Designed your mask, he wrought with cunning fist, <br /> And made a mouth expressly to be kiss'd - <br />Not for shrill utterance nor pert grimaces. <br /> <br />The curved, ripe lips-above the rounded chin - <br /> He dyed the hue of summer's reddest rose, <br /> Then placed a smile upon them to disclose <br />A glimpse of white and even pearls within. <br /> <br />Those lips are silent, sweetheart! - but your eyes <br /> Are eloquent, and they love's lesson teach <br /> Better than other woman's aptest speech - <br />In their soft light the tend'rest language lies. <br /> <br />In womankind - the world has long confess'd - <br />A silent mouth and speaking eyes are best.<br /><br />Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-silent-girl/
