BETWEEN the trees a hammock swings On the lawn, at twilight's glow; Oh, what bliss sweet memory brings Of the days of long ago! A dainty gown of spotless white, Moulded to a faultless form, Fashioned like a fairy sprite, Riding on love's tidal storm. In the gloaming, dim discerning, We can faintly see the book; Softly stealing, with love's yearning, -- Gracious heaven! it's the cook! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON TO HIS LATE MAJESTY, CONCERNING..TRUE FORM OF ENGLISH POETRY by JOHN BEAUMONT SOCIAL JUSTICE by ERNEST BRADLEY |