Under a crystal moon the peacock shawls Revolve and circle. Lanterns of painted silk Swing above a seller of perfumed dolls. Girls, whose hair is dressed like sailing swans, Bear baskets of yellow apples, jars of milk, Which they exchange for tarnished coins of bronze; While near at hand, singers with cherry-wreaths Make music that is cool in throat and mouth, An echo of the wind that scarcely breathes. I saw one girl, suddenly growing bold, Bite her apple and pass it to a youth Who hid it, as though the yellow fruit were gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE THE STENOGRAPHERS by PATRICIA KATHLEEN PAGE VERSES FOR CHILDREN: MAPLE TREE by ZEDA K. AILES DEATH by EVGENY ABRAMOVICH BARATYNSKY CHANT OF DEPARTURE; A MISSIONARY'S PRAYER by ALFRED BARRETT THE MINSTREL; OR, THE PROGRESS OF GENIUS by JAMES BEATTIE ON THE FALL OF ZALONA by EMILY JANE BRONTE A SONG FOR THE RAGGED SCHOOLS OF LONDON; WRITTEN IN ROME by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |