HER little hand in his he took, All hot and quivering it was; And noted how her eyes did look Bright as a lucent sapphire does. Within her dainty little wrist Her pulse throbbed quick, as if her heart Beat love's glad summons to be kissed, Heart's first reveille since life's start. Her oval cheeks were flushed with rose; Her red lips parted for such breath As hot from tropic spice lands blows; Enough 'twas to have warmed old Death! He gazed at her; he spoke -- and she Stuck out at him a small tongue's tip: The family doctor old was he, And she -- he said she had @3la grippe@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SACRED ELEGY: 5. THE SEPARATION OF MAN FROM GOD by GEORGE BARKER THE CHRONICLE; A BALLAD by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE VOICE OF THE BANJO by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE AGONY [AGONIE] by GEORGE HERBERT PARADISI GLORIA by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS FAREWELL TO ARRAS by ADAM DE LA HALLE THE SABBATH LAMP by GRACE AGUILAR |