Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance! <br />In what diviner moments of the day <br />Art thou most lovely? -- when gone far astray <br />Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance, <br />Or when serenely wandering in a trance <br />Of sober thought? -- Or when starting away, <br />With careless robe to meet the morning ray, <br />Thou sparest the flowers in thy mazy dance? <br />Haply 'tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly, <br />And so remain, because thou listenest: <br />But thou to please wert nurtured so completely <br />That I can never tell what mood is best; <br />I shall as soon pronounce which Grace more neatly <br />Trips it before Apollo than the rest.<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vi-to-g-a-w/
