You are so light and gay, So slight, sweet maid -- Your limbs like leaves in play, Or beams that grasses braid; O! Joys whose jewels pray My breast to be inlaid. Frail fairy of the streets; Strong, dainty lure; For all men's eyes the sweets Whose lack makes hearts so poor; While your heart loveless beats, Light, laughing, and impure. O! Fragrant waft of flesh, Float through me so -- My limbs are in your mesh, My blood forgets to flow; Ah! Lilied meadows fresh, It knows where it would go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTOR GALBRAITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE NOBLEMAN AND THE PENSIONER by GOTTLIEB KONRAD PFEFFEL THE PIKER'S RUBAIYAT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ICE CAGE by JAMES METHVEN BALLANTYNE FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MOURNER'S CONSOLED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE BARN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |