Do not come in any trailing dress! but come running, till the sparks fly shining, with both arms flung wide in readiness! No soft steps are leading to my castle; torn cliffs, rather; put off train and tassel, brief the skirt that fits with love's designing! Do not stand before the glass to stare! In the night my woodland is forsaken, and you are most lovely brave and bare, with but pallid star-light on you gleaming; far away a haughty stag is screaming, and with cuckoo cries my wood is shaken. How your ear burns! how your bodice flutters! quick, undo these garments that foreshow you; oh, your heart is happy now, and stutters! Come, I'll carry you, you white, wild wonder, as God made you! tear your gauds asunder! and your bride-bed—the whole earth below you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE STANZAS ON THE CONVERSION OF THE JEWS by BERNARD BARTON MANCHESTER BY NIGHT by MATHILDE BLIND THE FAKENHAM GHOST by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD GOLDFISH ON THE WRITING DESK by MAX BROD A FORGIVENESS by ROBERT BROWNING |