IN a quaint Queen Anne chair, Dressed in silk and laces rare, AEsthetic from her eyes of blue Down to her high-heeled buckled shoe, A maiden sat, oh, wondrous fair! A youth sat idly in the glare Of a lamp of antique ware, Holding, as many others do, A skein of zephyr. She with a graceful, languid air Wound the zephyr ball with care, And as the soft ball larger grew, Into her toils his heart she drew; So I warn you, youths, beware A skein of zephyr! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDEA: TO THE READER OF THESE SONNETS, INTRODUCTION by MICHAEL DRAYTON TO AGE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE RAVAGED VILLA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNET: 3 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HUSH OF TWILIGHT by G. KENYON ASHENDEN |