Leila

When first you look upon her face

You little note beside

The timidness, that still betrays

The beauties it would hide:

But, one by one, they look out from

Her blushes and her eyes;

And still the last, the loveliest --

Like stars from twilight skies.

And thoughts go sporting through her mind,

Like children among flowers;

And deeds of gentle goodness are

The measure of her hours.

In soul or face, she bears no trace

Of one from Eden driven;

But, like the rainbow, seems, though born

Of earth, a part of Heaven.