The Poetry Corner

Gertrude.

By Madison Julius Cawein

When first I gazed on GERTRUDE'S face, Beheld her loveliness and grace; Her brave gray eyes, her raven hair, Her ways, more winsome than the kiss Spring gives the flowers; her smile, that is Brighter than all the summer air Made sweet with birds: - I did declare, - And still declare! - there is no one, No girl beneath the moon or sun, So beautiful to look upon! And to my thoughts, that on her dwell, Nothing seems more desirable - Not OPHIR gold nor ORIENT pearls - Than seems this jewel-girl of girls.