I smile, once more
As I think
Of the light that plays
Upon the softness of your lips
And of your wistful gaze,
Kind expression.
That speaks to me
Of Scotlands grace
So too, the fairness
Of your skin
That glows like moonlight
On a settled sea
And your features fair,
Bosom warm
So well presented
In your crimson gown
So yes, I'll always
Think of you
For you speak the truth
Of our Nations charm.
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Author:
dbremner (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Mrs Robert Scott Moncrieff is a painting that hangs in the National Gallery of Scotland, Edinburgh.
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Comments1
Oh Sweet! I didn't have to wait long for this treat!!! I like it very well and only wish now that I might see the painting that inspired this lovely piece!
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