A Classical Beauty, Leon Comerre (1880)
Girl with Flaxen Hair
Standing before me, I tried not to stare
A living Greek goddess, with skin so fair
Eyes of sparkling jewels, extremely rare
Such beauty, more than any heart could bear
Angelic words she spoke, I never heard
Captivated by redness of her lips
Every thought at once was totally blurred
As from her goblet she took supple sips
My ailing heart she gave a coup de gras
Tossing her lengthy hair from her shoulder
As if she was throwing gold dust afar
Fire in the heart now began to smolder
Now is known that I never had a chance
Girl with flaxen hair to start a romance
