John Allan Wyeth

“My kingdom is my sweetheart’s face,And these the boundaries I trace:Northward her forehead fair;Beyond, a wilderness of auburn hair;A rosy cheek to east and west;    Her little mouth    The sunny south.It is the south that I love best.{{pb}}Her eyes, two crystal lakes,    Rippling with light,Caught from the sun by day,    The stars by night.    The dimples in    Her cheeks and chinAre snares which Love hath set,And I have fallen in!”