My Baby

With a heart from which noble sentiments sprang like sparks from an anvil. With a smile flashed over her face, like sunshine over a flower. With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale. As beautiful as the purple flush of dawn Calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea Eyes like mountain water that o'erflowing on a rock Her beauty broke on me, like some rare flower. Her face changed with each turn of their talk, like a wheat-field under a summer breeze. Her hands are white as the virgin rose, that she wore on her wedding day. Her laugh is like a rainbow-tinted spray. Her lips are like a lovely song that ripples as it flows Her voice is rich and vibrant, like the middle notes of a 'cello. My love for her is, like the sovereign moon that rules the sea.