WHAT will you give to a barefoot lass, Morning with breath like wine? Wade, bare feet! In my wide morass Starry marigolds shine. Alms, sweet Noon, for a barefoot lass, With her laughing looks aglow! Run, bare feet! In my fragrant grass Golden buttercups blow. Gift, a gift for a barefoot lass, O twilight hour of dreams! Rest, bare feet, by my lake of glass, Where the mirrored sunset gleams. Homeward the weary merchants pass, With the gold bedimmed by care. Little they wish that the barefoot lass Is the only millionaire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL STREET CORNER COLLEGE by KENNETH PATCHEN THE CHILD ALONE: 6. BLOCK CITY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS THE DEBT by KATHARINE LEE BATES LOVE IN ARMOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |