Has her lovers true and many;
If 'tis so at life's beginning,
Ah, the hearts that she'll be winning
When the bud a blushing rose is,
When her soul at full reposes
In her eyes starlike and tender,
Matching heaven's depths of splendor.
Have you seen her eyes of beauty,
Beaming love and truth and duty;
Charming now with soft surprise,
Drooping swift with modesties;
Fringed ether flashing glances,
Dire and wounding as are lances;
Lustrous, eloquent and deep,
That sometime must murder sleep?
Lady Fanny, sweet, my pet,
Rose and lily, mignonette,
Heliotrope and violet,
Chrysoprase and chrysolite,
Amethyst and topaz bright___
Vain the search for imagery___
Metaphor or simile
Never shall I find for thee.
Like the fragrance of a flower
Is the memory of the hour
When her raining kisses fell
On my lips to work a spell,
That, with fairy knavery,
Holds me in sweet slavery;
If it is a sin to love her,
Then I'm criminal all over.
Heaven bless her___keep her sweet;
May the sunshine wrap her feet;
Heaven guide her, keep her pure,
Till she stands at length secure
On the heights of womanhood,
Gentle, lovely, noble, good;
Virtue dwelling in her face,
On her head its crown of grace.
__A. A. B. Cavaness.
Poems by Two Brothers
A. A. B. Cavaness & J. M. Cavaness
(Chetopa: J. M. Cavaness and Son. 1896)