A Winsome Woman

There's no winsome woman so winsome as she;

Some are flower-like in mouth,

Some have fire in the eyes,

Some feed a soul's drouth

Trilling words music-wise;

But where are these gifts all in one found to be

Save in her known to me?

What her thoughts are I read not, but this much I know,

That she, too, will pass

From the sun and the air

To her cave under grass;

And the world will declare,

"No such woman as his passioned utterances show

Walked this planet, we trow!"