When first we met she seemed so white <br />I feared her; <br />As one might near a spirit bright <br />I neared her; <br />An angel pure from heaven above <br />I dreamed her, <br />And far too good for human love <br />I deemed her. <br />A spirit free from mortal taint <br />I thought her, <br />And incense as unto a saint <br />I brought her. <br /> <br />Well, incense burning did not seem <br />To please her, <br />And insolence I feared she’d deem <br />To squeeze her; <br />Nor did I dare for that same why <br />To kiss her, <br />Lest, shocked, she’d cause my eager eye <br />To miss her. <br />I sickened thinking of some way <br />To win her, <br />When lo! she asked me, one fine day, <br />To dinner! <br /> <br />Twas thus that made of common flesh <br />I found her, <br />And in a mortal lover’s mesh <br />I wound her. <br />Embraces, kisses, loving looks <br />I gave her, <br />And buying bon-bons, flowers and books, <br />I save her; <br />For her few honest, human taints <br />I love her, <br />Nor would I change for all the saints <br />Above her <br />Those eyes, that little face, that so <br />Endear her, <br />And all the human joy I know <br />When near her; <br />And I am glad, when to my breast <br />I press her, <br />She’s just a woman, like the rest, <br />God bless her!<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lost-angel-2/
