Dark, languorous, with heavy lidded eyes That glow and smolder with a constant fire, She stirs men's hearts with glorious desire By glances turned upon them waywardwise; She is incarnate carnival, she plies Her cavaliers with wine of mystery, Under her mask they know not what there lies, But linger, rapt, enchanted, till they see. No disillusion greets them when she lifts That dainty mask, for she is fair and kind. But take her not for one who idly drifts Through lazy days with purpose undesigned For though her eyes are warm, and warm her lips, Her brain is building towers, ports and ships! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY A CAMEO by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE VEIL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 6 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MINE THE GROUND by MILDRED BOWERS |