HESPER

by: Henry van Dyke (1852-1933)

ER eyes are like the evening air,

Her voice is like a rose,

Her lips are like a lovely song,

That ripples as it flows,

And she herself is sweeter than

The sweetest thing she knows.

 

A slender, haunting, twilight form

Of wonder and surprise,

She seemed a fairy or a child,

Till, deep within her eyes,

I saw the homeward-leading star

Of womanhood arise.

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