Her Smile
The odor is the rose;The smile 's the woman.Delights the bud doth sheathe,Unfolded, all may breathe.So joys that none could knowHer smiles on all bestow,As though a rose were happy to be human!
Robert Underwood Johnson (1853–1937)
The odor is the rose;The smile 's the woman.Delights the bud doth sheathe,Unfolded, all may breathe.So joys that none could knowHer smiles on all bestow,As though a rose were happy to be human!