I LOOK on Nature, and my thoughts, Like nimble skaters, skim the land; But when I watch my loved one near, My thoughts are walkers in soft sand. I am a man that sees a sky Alive with stars that cannot rest; My eyes are here, my eyes are there, Above, and then below her breast. Much like the summer's bee am I, A thousand flowers before his eyes; He, knowing each one's power to please, No sooner settles than must rise. I sit bewildered by those charms That follow wave by wave all day; When I would with one wave make free, The others take my breath away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES A NEWPORT ROMANCE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP RESIGNATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER AT THE PICTURE-SHOW by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE BIRDS' BALL by C. W. BARDEEN |