There's no winsome woman so winsome as she;
  Some are flower-like in mouth,
  Some have fire in the eyes,
  Some feed a soul's drouth
  Trilling words music-wise;
But where are these gifts all in one found to be
  Save in her known to me?

What her thoughts are I read not, but this much I know,
  That she, too, will pass
  From the sun and the air
  To her cave under grass;
  And the world will declare,
"No such woman as his passioned utterances show
  Walked this planet, we trow!"