Where rippling waters curl around Moss-covered stones in woodland glade Lavina bathes her fairy self And, grim, Resists my wish to aid. Along the curving tree-draped shore We romp and shout with noisy glee Until her wish for fighting's o'er. She runs, And then is kind to me. Then sunlight flecks her springing breasts, Taut curves, that rollick through my brain, My head on Nature's pillow rests. We laugh, And she is kind again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ON COMMUNISTS; EPIGRAM by EBENEZER ELLIOTT BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE BURIED LIFE by MATTHEW ARNOLD TREES BE COMPANY by WILLIAM BARNES AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD |