DOWN the dimpled greensward dancing, Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy, -- Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing, Love's irregular little levy. Rows of liquid eyes in laughter, How they glimmer, how they quiver! Sparkling one another after, Like bright ripples on a river. Tipsy band of rubious faces, Flushed with Joy's ethereal spirit Make your mocks and sly grimaces At Love's self, and do not fear it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRTHNIGHT: TO F by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE CALL TO THE COLORS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |