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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

I. Admiration

My Sweetheart’s Face

John Allan Wyeth (1845–1922)

MY kingdom is my sweetheart’s face,

And these the boundaries I trace:

Northward her forehead fair;

Beyond a wilderness of auburn hair;

A rosy cheek to east and west;

Her little mouth

The sunny south.

It is the south that I love best.

Her eyes two crystal lakes,

Rippling with light,

Caught from the sun by day,

The stars by night.

The dimples in

Her cheeks and chin

Are snares which Love hath set,

And I have fallen in!