Eleanor

Cheerry-Red her mouth was,
  Morning-blue her eye,
Lady-slim her little waist
    Rounded prettily;
  And her sweet smile of gladness
    Made every heart rejoice :
But sweeter even than her smile
    The tones were of her voice.

Sometimes she spoke, sometimes she sang;
    And evermore the sound
Floated, a dreamy melody,
    Upon the air around;
  As though a wind were singing
    Far up beside the sun,
  Till sound and warmth and glory
    Were blended all in one.

  Her hair was long and golden,
    And clustered unconfined
Over a forehead high and white
    That spoke a noble mind.
Her little hand, her little foot
    Were ready evermore
To hurry forth to meet a friend;
    She smiling at the door.

But, if she sang or if she spoke,
    'Twas music soft and grand,
As though a distant singing sea
    Broke on a tuneful strand;
    As though a blessed Angel
    Were singing a glad song,
Halfway between the earth and heaven
    Joyfully borne along.