O MAID with eyes of sweetest tender blue, The perfume of your breath upon me blow, For I am old and weary and the snow And Winter's winds have chilled me, but if you Will stay awhile by my faint side and woo Me with your trilling laugh and murmur low And tales of Cupid and his golden bow, I swear I shall grow young again and be A lover ardent. Kiss my withered lips And you shall make me strong with love and see Me beautified, and every lock that slips From out my cap of brown caressed for me By dainty touch of fairy finger tips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 2. THE KNIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND FIDELITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |