Arthur Henry Adams - A Portrait lyrics

HER glance is equable, serene; She looks at life with level brow; She strides through circumstance—a queen! To compromise she cannot bow— Even to love she will not lean! Not hers the head that, like a flower, Trembles upon a swaying stem; Her neck is firm-curved as a tower, And on her brow for diadem Shine steadfastness and peace and power. She wills no limits to her scope; Her head imperiously borne Above her gradual bosom's slope; Her chin a dainty-moulded scorn, Her eyes a deep, untarnished hope. By gusts of pa**ion undistressed, She spurs not on a panting pulse; Throned in her womanhood, at rest, No ripples of her moods convulse The tidal swayings of her breast. She is no fevered Sex to flush— A woman-weakness that should yield, A fruit for love to clench and crush, A fragile warmth that arms should shield, A whisper that a kiss should hush! Yet with the tears her soul has shed Her innocence is seared within; Her heart is not a white thing dead: She lifted dauntless eyes to Sin, And from her splendid frown he fled! But when love breathless to her trips And joy within her laughs elate, Her soul to no surrender slips— She meets the kiss that crowns her mate With vivid eyes and virile lips!