White paper, white paper, Blush red in your pleasure; I'm writing a letter To Lucy, my treasure; To bright little Lucy, My treasure untold, As sweet as the sunlight, As precious as gold. White paper, white paper, Now clothe yourself over With scents of the meadow, Warm soil, and the clover; With odor of violets Fresh from the dew, For the sweetest of maiden-hands Soon will hold you. White paper, white paper, Break out into smiling, With curves of the wild vine Her fancy beguiling, With sweeps of the swallow, With tricks of the tree, For the merriest of maidens You're going to see. White paper, white paper, Get eyes for the seeing Of Lucy, this dear little, Bright little being! But if you are after The merriest bliss Get lips, my white paper, And ask for a kiss! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAHMOUD by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL IN AN ARTIST'S STUDIO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A SONNET WRITTEN BY A NYMPH IN HER OWN BLOOD by CLAUDIO ACHILLINI TWO KINDS OF RICHES by WILLIAM BLAKE |