Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in The Amulet, 1833/Lines on the Bust of a Lady

2434266Poems in The Amulet 1833 — Lines on the Bust of a LadyLetitia Elizabeth Landon


LINES ON THE BUST OF A LADY.

BY L. E. L.

[The Sculptor, H. B. Burlowe.]

A face of perfect beauty, such as haunts
The poet's dream, what time the shadowy limes
Have their light leaves stirred by some gentle wind;
And their soft bloom, their small, pale yellow flowers,
Grow golden in the sunshine of the noon.
Then shapes are flitting round, which only wear
The likeness of our earth, but scarce its look;
So spiritual the light which gives a soul
To each fair face, and to each starry eye.
This face is such a one: the open brow
(The parted hair obscures it not) is proud,
As if unconscious of life's meaner things;
And on the lip is scorn—but generous scorn—
Which blends with sweetness; and the loveliest smile,
So soft, so gracious, and so feminine,
Is on the dimpled cheek. Methinks the sculptor's skill
Has caught, most happily, the fine ideal
Both of the heart and mind.