Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Dahlia

Dedicated to M.

I am just a sunflower, pure and always staring at the sun of my love. You are a sun like a Dahlia, symbol of elegance, gorgeousness and dignity.

Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire,
With bright, but mild affection shine:
Though they might kindle less desire,
Love, more than mortal, would be thine.

For thou art form'd so heavenly fair,
Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam,
We must admire, but still despair;
That fatal glance forbids esteem

.When Nature stamp'd thy beauteous birth,
So much perfection in thee shone,
She fear'd that, too divine for earth,
The skies might claim thee for their own.

Therefore, to guard her dearest work,
Lest angels might dispute the prize,
She bade a secret lightning lurk,
Within those once celestial eyes.

These might the boldest Sylph appall,
When gleaming with meridian blaze;
Thy beauty must enrapture all;
But who can dare thine ardent gaze?'

Tis said that Berenice's hair,
In stars adorns the vault of heaven;
But they would ne'er permit thee there,
Who wouldst so far outshine the seven.

For did those eyes as planets roll,
Thy sister-lights would scarce appear:
E'en suns, which systems now control,
Would twinkle dimly through their sphere.

Lord Byron, "To M-".

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow! What an interesting blog..thanks for visiting mine & your comment..

runnerfrog said...

Thanks for your kind words Jackie!

zzz said...

You can see a persons soul through their eyes...you can see their sadness, their anger, their happiness... even their darkest secrets.

runnerfrog said...

Indeed...
And it is the national flower of mexico too. :-)

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