Her girlish face leaped into loveliness, And all its delicate, sweet modellings Glowed with the light of immemorial springs, The dim felicities that mornings guess. Through all her veins the primal riot ran Vaguely delicious, as a thrush's trill Wanders the forest, or enchantments thrill Around the fairy isle of Caliban. The world grew softly luminous; the breeze Bore fragrances of unimagined bliss; Upon her lips it pressed a laughing kiss, Then flew away and told it to the trees. And all -- and all because that roguish Bill, Swinging along to some absorbing game, Turned his Apollo head and called her name, Turned and superbly shouted, "Hello, Lil!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PURSUIT by HENRY BELLAMANN CRICKET ON THE HEARTH by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |