ONCE more the Lad with golden hair His purple ball across the air Flings at me, true to aim; And light her broidered slippers go, That Lesbian lass, -- my playfellow As Love would set the game. O Lesbos isle is tight and trim . . . She's not the breed to pleasure him, Another game she plays; My hair mislikes her, grown so white; There's someone lovelier in her sight Who draws that callow gaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |