Caroling Dusk/Portrait

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PORTRAIT

Her eyes? Dark pools of deepest shade,Like sylvan lakes that lieIn some sequestered forest gladeBeneath a starry sky.
Her cheeks? The ripened chestnut’s hue,—Rich autumn’s sun-kissed brown!Caressed by sunbeams dancing throughRed leaves that flutter down.
Her form? A slender pine that swaysBefore the murmuring breezeIn summer, when the south wind playsSoft music through the trees.
Herself? A laughing, joyous spriteWho smiles from dawn till dark,As lovely as a summer nightAnd carefree as a lark.