I watched you saunter down the sand: Serene and large, the golden weather Flowed radiant round your peacock feather, And glistered from your jewelled hand. Your tawny hair, turned strand on strand And bound with the blue ribands together, Streaked the rough tartan, green like heather, That round your lissome shoulder spanned. Your grace was quick my sense to seize: The quaint looped hat, the twisted tresses, The close-drawn scarf, and under these The flowing, flapping draperies -- My thought an outline still caresses, Enchanting, comic, Japanese! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 26. ASKING FOR HER HEART. CHRISTMAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |