My Lucia in the deaw did go, And prettily bedabled so, Her cloaths held up, she shew'd withall Her decent legs, cleane, long and small. I follow'd after to descrie Part of the nak't sincerity; But still the envious Scene between Deni'd the Mask I wo'd have seen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINDY NIGHTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON LAIS' MIRROR by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS PSALM 67 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HONOUR DISHONOURED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: LEBID by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |