AMONG the flowers of summer-time she stood, And underneath the films and blossoms shone Her face, like some pomegranate strangely grown To ripe magnificence in solitude; The wanton winds, deft whisperers, had strewed Her shoulders with her shining hair outblown, And dyed her breast with many a changing tone Of silvery green, and all the hues that brood Among the flowers; She raised her arm up for her dove to know That he might preen him on her lovely head; Then I, unseen, and rising on tiptoe, Bowed over the rose-barrier, and lo! Touched not her arm, but kissed her lips instead, Among the flowers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB by THOMAS GRAY THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD A LEGEND OF MINNESOTA by LILLIAN ATCHERSON LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY - 1918 by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE ECCE IN DESERTO by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS AUTUMN'S SPLENDOURS by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |