EXQUISITE masquer, who dost changeful flit Upon the sun-hatched zephyr, basking now In the broad light, 'mongst roses thou dost sit, On crimson throne in the thorn-guarded bough, Veiled by pink curtains, which will scarce admit To thine embrace the bee with velvet brow; Or winger as incense, rising to the sun, A dove-like messenger thou bearest the prayer; Or dost alight where streamlets gently run, Gilding in dew adown the morning air; Or bashfully dost common notice shun, Dividing as a kiss the ruby pair, Which the coquetting night-wind only sips; Stay till I fetch thee from those mellow lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AT HOME by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 68. AL-KADAR by EDWIN ARNOLD TO GEORGE CRUIKSHANK, ESQ., ON SEEING HIS PICTURE ... by MATTHEW ARNOLD HERACLES AND MELEAGER by BACCHYLIDES SOME SWEET DAY by LEWIS J. BATES |