Tender, the young auburn woman, By such innocence aroused, Said to the blonde young girl These words, in a soft low voice: Sap which mounts, and flowers which thrust, Your childhood is a bower: Let my fingers wander in the moss Where glows the rosebud. Let me among the clean grasses Drink the drops of dew Which sprinkle the tender flower,-- So that pleasure, my dear, Should brighten your open brow Like dawn the reluctant blue.' Her dear rare body, harmonious, Fragrant, white as white Rose, whiteness of pure milk, and rosy As a lily beneath purple skies? Beauteous thighs, upright breasts, The back, the loins and belly, feast For the eyes and prying hands And for the lips and all the senses. Little one, let us see if your bed Has still beneath the red curtain The beautiful pillow that slips so And the wild sheets. O to your bed!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 26. FIRST LOVE by THOMAS CAMPION A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |