Explore "Some Verses: Poems: TO B. D." by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Broad browed beneath a cloud of dusky hair / Her eyes are midnight seas that never sleep / But see beyond the dull world's heavy air / The mystery of ages buried deep.
The faint sweet shadows trembling round her mouth / Lighten with youth and love the Sphinx's face. / And as she moves, a soft wind from the South / Floating, flower-laden seems -- so sweet her grace.
Aloof she stands, from idle mirth and tears / And keeps the white sails of her spirit furled, / Altho' a girl, pure from the stain of years, / An ancient Egypt, smiling at the world.