DOWN the dimpled greensward dancing, Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy, -- Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing, Love's irregular little levy. Rows of liquid eyes in laughter, How they glimmer, how they quiver! Sparkling one another after, Like bright ripples on a river. Tipsy band of rubious faces, Flushed with Joy's ethereal spirit Make your mocks and sly grimaces At Love's self, and do not fear it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |