Herbert Bashford

(1871-1928 / USA)

Alice - Poem by Herbert Bashford

Of deepest blue of summer skies
Is wrought the heaven of her eyes.

Of that fine gold the autumns wear
Is wrought the glory of her hair.

Of rose leaves fashioned in the south
Is shaped the marvel of her mouth.

And from the honeyed lips of bliss
Is drawn the sweetness of her kiss,

'Mid twilight thrushes that rejoice
Is found the cadence of her voice,

Of winds that wave the western fir
Is made the velvet touch of her.

Of all earth's songs God took the half
To make the ripple of her laugh.

I hear you ask, 'Pray who is she?' -
This maid that is so dear to me.

'A reigning queen in Fashion's whirl?'
Nay, nay! She is my baby girl.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 9, 2010

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