"Judith"

O her eyes are amber fine -
Dark and deep as wells of wine,
While her smile is like the noon
Splendor of a day of June.
If she sorrow - lo! her face
It is like a flowery space
In bright meadows, overlaid
With light clouds and lulled with shade.
If she laugh - it is the trill
Of the wayward whippoorwill
Over up land pastures, heard
Echoed by the mocking bird
In dim thickets dense with bloom
and blurred cloyings of perfume.
If she sigh - a zephyr swells
Over odorous asphodels
And wan lilies in lush plots
Of moon-drown'd forget-me-nots.
Then, the soft touch of her hand -
Takes all breath to understand
What to liken it thereto! -
Never rose-leaf rinsed with dew
Might slip soother-suave than slips
Her slow palm, the while her lips
Swoon through mine, with kiss on kiss
Sweet as heated honey is.
~by James Whitcombe Riley

the names not quite right for me but *shrug*... a girl's gotta dream right? :)... g'night