Description, A

Her step is like a queen’s—majestic—slow—
And full of conscious dignity—not pride;
But such a dignity as one who long
Hath held communion with the majesty
Of Nature in her every mood, and learned
Lofty and godlike principles, must feel—
A consciousness of wearing on the soul
The seal of immortality! Her brow,
Placid and smooth as polished ivory,
Seems the high home of calm and earnest thought;
And the dark luxury of glossy hair,
Wreathed carelessly above it, casts a shade,
Softer than that of sorrow, yet half sad,
Upon its stainless beauty, rendering
The whole expression of her features calm
And meek as chastened loveliness itself.