IT fell on a summer's day, While sweet Bessie sleeping lay, In her bower, on her bed, Light with curtains shadowed, Jamy came: she him spies, Opening half her heavy eyes. Jamy stole in through the door, She lay slumb'ring as before; Softly to her he drew near, She heard him, yet would not hear: Bessie vowed not to speak, He resolved that dump to break. First a soft kiss he doth take, She lay still and would not wake; Then his hands learned to woo, She dreamt not what he would do, But still slept, while he smiled To see love by sleep beguiled. Jamy then began to play, Bessie as one buried lay, Gladly still through this sleight Deceived in her own deceit; And since this trance begun, She sleeps every afternoon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE SHADE OF PO CHU-I by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AN INSINCERE WISH ADDRESSED TO A BEGGAR by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE GEORGE MOSES HORTON, MYSELF by GEORGE MOSES HORTON HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 5 by EZRA POUND VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT TWILIGHT SYMPHONY by LESLIE ANDERSON |