Treasure Island

Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant

(9 December 1864 – 27 February 1902 / Somerset, England)

His Masterpiece


Never before was daughter of Eve endow'd with a face so fair,
There be none of God's holy angels with a beauty half so rare
As thine, nor dreamer has ever dreamed the loveliness you wear.
There's a gleam in your golden tress, Lieb! a light in your melting eye!
There is witchery in your smile, Lieb! and a magic in your sigh
That may lure the strong ones to your shrine to worship and - to die.
And I - when you whispered softly, Lleb - perchance would have worshipped, too,
Had bowed to the spell of your beauty-an' it were not that I knew
The Devil had wrought his masterpiece what time he fashioned you.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Paul Buttigieg (5/27/2007 5:42:00 AM)

    Special ability of observance is shown in this poem...........thbe breaker was an absolute genius

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