Ma Blonde Aux Yeux Noirs

GOLD clouds in plumy sweep
Over lakes dark and deep,
What tries to image thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Gold corn all ripe to reap,
Fields brown in autumn-sleep,
What tries to image thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Bee, with black, downy hair,
Gold honey clinging there,
What is there quaint like thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Gold orchid, waved in air,
Brown-flecked, and shapen rare,
What is there quaint like thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Gold wing of butterfly,
Windowed with clear black eye,
What can I find like thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Dark shadows flitting by,
Where golden sun-gleams lie,
What can I find like thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Gold birds that rise to sing,
Fanning a jet-plumed wing,
What seeks to shine like thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Dark trout, whose arrowy spring
Sends gold drops showering,
What seeks to shine like thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Pansies that richly fold
Dusk hearts in brilliant gold,
What glooms and glows like thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Wells that moist darkness hold
In desert sands of gold,
What glooms and glows like thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs?

Gold topaz, airy clear,
Strange ebon carving near,
Not fair nor rich like thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs!

All these did nature paint
In colors yet too faint,
Mixing her tints for thee,
Ma blonde aux yeux noirs!

Adelaide Alling.