< Littell's Living Age < Volume 134 < Issue 1737

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TO HERMIONE.

What shall I liken unto thee?
⁠A lily bright,
Whose virgin purity and grace
Fulfils the soul, as doth thy face,
⁠With all delight.

What shall I liken unto thee?
⁠A blushing rose,
Which, redolent of fragrance rare,
Half opened to the summer air,
⁠All sweetness grows.

What shall I liken unto thee?
⁠Some glorious star,
Which, hung aloft at eventide,
Sheds its mild radiance every side,
⁠Both near and far.

No! such comparison is vain.
⁠For these all three,
Lily, and star,- and rose so fair,
In radiance, grace, and sweetness rare
⁠Must yield to thee.

Macmillan's Magazine.

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