Rose and Roof-Tree — First Glance

A budding mouth and warm blue eyes;

A laughing face;--and laughing hair, So ruddy does it rise From off that forehead fair;

Frank fervor in whate'er she said, And a shy grace when she was still;

A bright, elastic tread;

Enthusiastic will;

These wrought the magic of a maid As sweet and sad as the sun in spring, Joyous, yet half-afraid Her joyousness to sing.

What weighs the unworthiness of earth When beauty such as this finds birth?

Rare maid, to look on thee Gives all things harmony!