More charms displayed in form and feature.
I loved her youthful grace, her slight
And dainty form, an angel's seeming.
Crowned by sweet hair, as dark as night,
Her face would charm an artist's sight,
A poet's thoughts, a lover's dreaming.
I loved her dark and lustrous eyes,
Which love might light with glowing passion,
Her lips, her neck—you will surmise
I wrote her rhymes, all tears and sighs