As an aspen quivers, 'gainst this heart of mine be a ray that shivers soft as satin fine. Blue and alabaster is my goddess bright. Rabbits frolic past her through the summer night. Pale the perron gleameth. All your nudity to my bosom streameth, star that falls on me! How your neck, Margot, with your haunch doth glide! Rabbits far and wide fluff white tails below. All things blend and move. Who will laugh to see these poor butts that prove Dian's archery? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 1 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE MY CRYSTAL BRIDE by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS AN INVENTORY OF THE FURNITURE IN DR. PRIESTLEY'S STUDY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FORD OF TRANSFIGURATION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |