As in the age of shepherd king and queen, Painted and frail amid her nodding bows, Under the sombre branches, and between The green and mossy garden-ways she goes, With little mincing airs one keeps to pet A darling and provoking perroquet. Her long-trained robe is blue, the fan she holds With fluent fingers girt with heavy rings, So vaguely hints of vague erotic things That her eye smiles, musing among its folds. -- Blonde too, a tiny nose, a rosy mouth, Artful as that sly patch that makes more sly, In her divine unconscious pride of youth, The slightly simpering sparkle of the eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER BALLADE OF EGREGIOUSNESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BEAUTY by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LOVE AND GOLD by GEORGE GORDON BYRON VERSES FOUND IN A SUMMER HOUSE AT HALES-OWEN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A TRADE by EDWARD CARPENTER THE MOCKING FAIRY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE BALLAD OF THE BIER THAT CONQUERED; OR, O'DONNELL'S ANSWER; 1257 by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE |