Gertrude

When first I gazed on GERTRUDE'S face,
  Beheld her loveliness and grace;
  Her brave gray eyes, her raven hair,
  Her ways, more winsome than the kiss
  _Spring_ gives the flowers; her smile, that is
  Brighter than all the summer air
  Made sweet with birds:--I did declare,--
  And still declare!--there is no one,
  No girl beneath the moon or sun,
  So beautiful to look upon!
  And to my thoughts, that on her dwell,
  Nothing seems more desirable--
  Not OPHIR gold nor ORIENT pearls--
  Than seems this jewel-girl of girls.