PORTRAIT OF A PROUD LADY

Posted by Admin on 27 January 2008, 12:00 am

Thy gown, enchanting as the night,
in ebon lace-work fold;
thy pearls the sheen of Vega’s light,
when veiling mists and cold,
as that disdain which tilts thy head,
subdue its piercing ray.
And mellow as soft moonlight shed
on snow, thy arms display
their gentle curves which blend in hands,
where gleams a jewelled ring,
outmatched by eyes whose glance demands
all praise that poets sing.
Thy each dark tress a faery chain
that captive holds the world amain.

T. C. Hudson
1st January 1947