Mrs. Osgood.
47. Do but look in her eyes, they do light
All that Love's world compriseth:
Do but look on her hair, it is bright
As Love's star when it riseth!
Do but mark, her forehead's smoother
Than words that sooth her,
And from her arched brows such a grace
Sheds itself through the face,
As alone there triumphs to the life,