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Poem
February 27, 1864
The Placer Herald
Rocklin, Auburn, Placer County, California
What is this article about?
A romantic lyric poem extolling the physical and inner beauty of the poet's beloved, her grace's effect on nature, and their upcoming marriage in the Southern spring.
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THE MAID I LOVE.
The maid I love has violet eyes,
And rose-leaf lips of red,
She wears the moonlight around her neck,
The sunshine around her head;
And she is rich in every grace,
And poor in every guile,
And crowned kings might envy me
The splendor of her smile.
She walks the earth with such a grace,
The lilies turn to look,
And waves rise up to catch a glance,
And stir the quiet brook;
Nor ever will they rest again,
But chide as they flow,
And babble of her crimson lips,
And of her breast of snow.
And on the leaves upon the trees
Are whispering tales of her,
And tattle till they grow so warm.
That, in the general stir,
They twirl them from the mother branch
And through the air they fly,
Till, fainting with the love they feel,
They flutter down and die.
And what is stranger still than all
The wonder of her grace,
Her mind's the only thing to match
The glories of her face.
O! she's Nature's paragon-
All innocent of art,
And she has promised me her hand,
And given me her heart.
And when the Spring again shall flush
Our glorious Southern bowers,
My love will wear a bridal veil,
A wreath of orange flowers;
And so I care not if the Sun
Should founder in the sea,
For, O! the heaven of her I love
In light enough for me.
The maid I love has violet eyes,
And rose-leaf lips of red,
She wears the moonlight around her neck,
The sunshine around her head;
And she is rich in every grace,
And poor in every guile,
And crowned kings might envy me
The splendor of her smile.
She walks the earth with such a grace,
The lilies turn to look,
And waves rise up to catch a glance,
And stir the quiet brook;
Nor ever will they rest again,
But chide as they flow,
And babble of her crimson lips,
And of her breast of snow.
And on the leaves upon the trees
Are whispering tales of her,
And tattle till they grow so warm.
That, in the general stir,
They twirl them from the mother branch
And through the air they fly,
Till, fainting with the love they feel,
They flutter down and die.
And what is stranger still than all
The wonder of her grace,
Her mind's the only thing to match
The glories of her face.
O! she's Nature's paragon-
All innocent of art,
And she has promised me her hand,
And given me her heart.
And when the Spring again shall flush
Our glorious Southern bowers,
My love will wear a bridal veil,
A wreath of orange flowers;
And so I care not if the Sun
Should founder in the sea,
For, O! the heaven of her I love
In light enough for me.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Marriage Celebration
What keywords are associated?
Violet Eyes
Rose Leaf Lips
Nature Paragon
Southern Bowers
Bridal Veil
Orange Flowers
Poem Details
Title
The Maid I Love.
Subject
Praise Of The Beloved And Future Marriage
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas In Couplets
Key Lines
The Maid I Love Has Violet Eyes, / And Rose Leaf Lips Of Red, / She Wears The Moonlight Around Her Neck, / The Sunshine Around Her Head;
O! She's Nature's Paragon / All Innocent Of Art, / And She Has Promised Me Her Hand, / And Given Me Her Heart.
And When The Spring Again Shall Flush / Our Glorious Southern Bowers, / My Love Will Wear A Bridal Veil, / A Wreath Of Orange Flowers;