William was holding in his hand
The likeness of his wife!
Fresh, as if touched by fairy wand,
With beauty, grace, and life.
He almost thought it spoke:--he gazed
Upon the bauble still,
Absorbed, delighted, and amazed,
To view the artist's skill.
"This picture is yourself, dear Jane--
'Tis drawn to nature true:
I've kissed it o'er and o'er again,
It is much like you."
"And has it kissed you back, my dear?"
"Why--no--my love," said he.
"Then, William, it is very clear
'Tis not at all LIKE ME!"
The Miniature
George Pope Morris
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Poem topics: I love you, beauty, fairy, life, nature, wife, fresh, clear, true, picture, view, thought, love, dear, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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