The smiling mouth and laughing eyen gray, The breastes round and long small armes twain, The handes smooth, the sides straight and plain, Your feetes lit -- what should I further say? It is my craft when ye are far away To muse thereon in stinting of my pain -- The smiling mouth and laughing eyen gray, The breastes round and long small armes twain. So would I pray you, if I durst or may, The sight to see as I have seen, Forwhy that craft me is most fain, And will be to the hour in which I day -- The smiling mouth and laughing eyen gray, The breastes round and long small armes twain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BEETHOVEN'S THIRD SYMPHONY by RICHARD HOVEY THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE OLD GREY MARE by MOTHER GOOSE TO A PRESIDENT by WALT WHITMAN COQUETTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MAD WIND by CATHERINE BRADSHAW |