Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Acrostic: Emilie MarshallNathaniel Parker Willis (18061867)
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Melting the airy motion of thy form
Into one swaying grace; and loveliness,
Like a rich tint that makes a picture warm,
Is lurking in the chestnut of thy tress,
Enriching it, as moonlight after storm
Mingles dark shadows into gentleness.
A beauty that bewilders like a spell
Reigns in thine eye’s clear hazel; and thy brow
So pure in vein’d transparency doth tell
How spiritually beautiful art thou—
A temple where angelic love might dwell.
Life in thy presence were a thing to keep,
Like a gay dreamer clinging to his sleep.