I WAITED in the little sunny room: The cool breeze waved the window-lace, at play, The white rose on the porch was all in bloom, And out upon the bay I watched the wheeling sea-birds go and come. "Such an old friend, -- she would not make me stay While she bound up her hair." I turned, and lo, Danae in her shower! and fit to slay All a man's hoarded prudence at a blow: Gold hair, that streamed away As round some nymph a sunlit fountain's flow. "She would not make me wait!" -- but well I know She took a good half-hour to loose and lay Those locks in dazzling disarrangement so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE by WALT WHITMAN |