LITHE-ARMED, and with satin-soft shoulders As white as the cream-crested wave; With a gaze dazing every beholder's, She holds every gazer a slave: Her hair, a fair haze, is outfloated And flared in the air like a flame; Bare-breasted, bare-browed and bare-throated -- Too smooth for the soothliest name. She wiles you with wine, and wrings for you Ripe juices of citron and grape; She lifts up her lute and sings for you Till the soul of you seeks no escape; And you revel and reel with mad laughter, And fall at her feet, at her beck, And the scar of her sandal thereafter You wear like a gyve round your neck. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: AUGUST by EDMUND SPENSER SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 3 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GWIN, KING OF NORWAY by WILLIAM BLAKE |