Sketch
Gold on her head, and in her heart's heart, gold!
She seems to breathe a rhododendron glow
Of blossoming colour, Fra Angelico
Would love to picture — angels aureoled!
An early Summer in her smiling glance,
The virginal sap and sweetness of her June,
And calm serenity of a crescent moon,
Weaving a glamour where the young leaves dance.
She has too something of unclouded skies
Of day and night about her, blue and dark
In turn, and deep. You see it if you mark
The limpid laughing purity of her eyes.
~~
F.S. Flint (1885-1960)
from In the Net of the Stares, 1909
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
F.S. Flint biography
"Sketch" read by Nemo. Courtesy LibriVox Audiobooks.
(Poem begins at 29:55)
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