Her sweet, sweet mouth! The peach-pearl shell: -- Red edged its lips, That softly swell, Just oped to speak, With blushing cheek, That fisherman With lonely spear On the reef ken, And lift to ear Its voice to hear, -- Soft, sighing South! Like this, like this, -- The rosy kiss! -- That maiden's mouth. A shell! a shell! A vocal shell! Song-dreaming, In its inmost dell! Her bosom! Two buds half blown, they tell; A little valley between perfuming; That roves away, Deserting the day, -- The day of her eyes illuming; -- That roves away, o'er slope and fell, Till a soft, soft meadow becomes the dell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSFORMATIONS by THOMAS HARDY HIS PRAYER FOR ABSOLUTION by ROBERT HERRICK SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 53. WITHOUT HER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS by MARIA ABDY INGRATITUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PRETENCE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |