Blazon For My Mistress

My mistress has eyes gray as mist,
Gray as waves in the country of dream.
They hold all the sweetness that could be wished,
My mistress's gray eyes.
They hold the light of suns that gleam
Somewhere far away on Faerie stream.

My mistress has cheeks pink as dawn,
Pink as the petals of a growing rose.
Their flush lingers when my footsteps have gone,
My mistress's pink cheeks.
They flush with the radiance of rainbows
That all the colors of color enclose.

My mistress has hair red as leaves,
Red as blood from vein of the heart.
Its softness entangles the heart and grieves,
My mistress's red hair.
Its softness entangles us, sets us apart
From the world where criticisms flash and dart.

My mistress has breasts white as milk,
White as water from a high snowy spring.
They feel like the spider's web of silk,
My mistress's white breasts.
They feel like the feathers on a dove's wing
When it begins, cooing, a love-song to sing.

My mistress has a heart gold as fire,
Gold as metal mined from the purest ore.
It flames with the heart of love and desire,
My mistress's gold heart.
It flames like the sunlight upon the shore
Where we lie in love's pleasure, and ask no more.