THROUGH golden languors of low glimmering light, Deep eyes, o'erbrimmed with passion's sacred wine, Heart-perfumed tears -- yearning towards me, shine Like stars made lovelier by faint mists at night; Her cheeks, sweet lilies change to roses bright, Blown in love's realm, fed by his breath divine; And even those virginal tremors seem the sign Of perfect joy through love's unchallenged right: O happy breast, that heavest soft and fair Through silvery clouds of luminous silk and lace! O, gracious hands, O flower-enwoven head, O'er which hope's charm its delicate warmth has shed! While smiles and blushes wreathe her dimpling face, Set in the splendor of dark Orient hair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON THE STORY OF ZERBIN AND ISABELLA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 27. AS-SAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD TWO HELPERS by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT SHE IS SO PRETTY by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER A CHILD'S GRACE AT FLORENCE; A.A.E.C. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LINES WRITTEN IMMEDIATELY AFTER PARTING FROM A LADY by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |