LADY , thy lofty brow is fair, <br />Beauty's sign and seal are there; <br />And thy lip is like the rose <br />Closing round the bee's repose; <br />And thine eye is like a star, <br />But blue as the sapphires' are. <br />Beautiful patrician! thou <br />Wearest on thy stately brow <br />All that suits a noble race, <br />All of high-born maiden's grace,-- <br />Who is there could look on thee <br />And doubt thy nobility? <br /> <br />Round thee satin robe is flung, <br />Pearls upon thy neck are hung, <br />And upon thy arm of snow <br />Rubies like red sun-gifts glow; <br />Yet thou wearest pearl and gem <br />As thou hadst forgotten them.-- <br />'Tis a step, but made to tread <br />O'er Persian web, or flower's head,-- <br />Soft hand that might only move <br />In the broider'd silken glove,-- <br />Cheek unused to ruder air <br />Than what hot-house rose might bear,-- <br />One whom nature only meant <br />To be queen of the tournament,-- <br />Courtly fete, and lighted hall,-- <br />Grace and ornament of all!<br /><br />Letitia Elizabeth Landon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/portrait-of-a-lady-by-sir-thomas-lawrence/
