St. Valentine's Day Follow Up

Yesterday's Valentine's Day poem was a little on the moody side, so here's one that's a bit more simply complimentary of your Valentine's good looks. Those of you who missed the day get another chance, I hope.

The Planters Daughter
by Austin Clarke

When night stirred at sea,
An the fire brought a crowd in
They say that her beauty
Was music in mouth
And few in the candlelight
Thought her too proud,
For the house of the planter
Is known by the trees.

Men that had seen her
Drank deep and were silent,
The women were speaking
Wherever she went --
As a bell that is rung
Or a wonder told shyly
And O she was the Sunday
In every week.