Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
I. AdmirationMy Sweetheart’s Face
John Allan Wyeth (1845–1922)M
And these the boundaries I trace:
Northward her forehead fair;
Beyond a wilderness of auburn hair;
A rosy cheek to east and west;
Her little mouth
The sunny south.
It is the south that I love best.
Rippling with light,
Caught from the sun by day,
The stars by night.
The dimples in
Her cheeks and chin
Are snares which Love hath set,
And I have fallen in!