I watched the Lady Caroline Bind up her dark and beauteous hair; Her face was rosy in the glass, And 'twixt the coils her hands would pass, White in the candleshine. Her bottles on the table lay, Stoppered, yet sweet of violet; Her image in the mirror stooped To view those locks as lightly looped As cherry-boughs in May. The snowy night lay dim without, I heard the Waits their sweet song sing; The window smouldered keen with frost; Yet still she twisted, sleeked and tossed Her beauteous hair about. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE THE ENTHUSIAST, OR, THE LOVER OF NATURE by JOSEPH WARTON INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES MY GHOSTS by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |