I yearn to show you, praise you, to the world - <br />-and straightway hear you: 'Inappropriate...'; <br />said with firm authority, and yet <br />said kindly, smiling, thoughtful; as if part <br />of some continued talk about the truth; <br /> <br />and as I, listening, look at you, I catch <br />in that sharp-seeing eye, the spark of joy; <br />and at the corners of your mouth, the twitch <br />of heavenly laughter at the comedy - <br />the serious humour - of our earthly wealth; <br />Shakespeare knew your sort: a golden girl <br />who brings to men and women their true self. <br /> <br />The more we loved the beauty of your mind, <br />the more that presence ever now we find<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-great-lady/
