A budding mouth and warm blue eyes; <br />A laughing face; and laughing hair,— <br />So ruddy was its rise <br />From off that forehead fair; <br />Frank fervor in whate'er she said, <br />And a shy grace when she was still; <br />A bright, elastic tread; <br />Enthusiastic will; <br />These wrought the magic of a maid <br />As sweet and sad as the sun in spring;— <br />Joyous, yet half-afraid <br />Her joyousness to sing.<br /><br />George Parsons Lathrop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-glance-6/
