My Baby

With a heart from which noble sentiments sprang

like sparks from an anvil.

With a smile flashed over her face,

like sunshine over a flower.

                                                       With a  sweet voice caroling     

 like a gold-caged nightingale.

As beautiful as the purple flush of dawn.

Calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea

Eyes like mountain water

 that o'erflowing on a rock

Her beauty broke on me,

 like some rare flower.

Her face changed with each turn of their talk,

like a wheat-field under a summer breeze.

Her hands are white as the virgin rose,

that she wore on her wedding day.

Her laugh is like a rainbow-tinted spray.

Her lips are like a lovely song

 that ripples as it flows

Her voice is rich and vibrant,

like the middle notes of a 'cello.

My love for her is,

like the sovereign moon that rules the sea.