Poem: Madonna Mia

A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain,

With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,

And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:

Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,

And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.

Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,

Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,

Being o'ershadowed by the wings of awe,

Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Beneath the flaming Lion's breast, and saw

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.