A Problem of Language - Dorothy Auchterlonie ** How praise a man? She cannot vow His lips are red, his brow is snow, Nor celebrate a smooth white breast While gazing on his hairy chest; And though a well-turned leg might please, More often he has knobbly knees; His hair excites no rapt attention - If theres enough of it to mention. She cannot praise his damask skin, Still less the suit hes wrapped it in; And even if hes like Apollo To gaze upon, it does not follow That she may specify the features That mark him off from other creatures. No rime can hymn her great occasion But by a process of evasion; And so she gives the problem over, Describes her love, but not her lover, Despairs of words to tell us that Her heart sings his magnificat.
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