You are so light and gay, So slight, sweet maid -- Your limbs like leaves in play, Or beams that grasses braid; O! Joys whose jewels pray My breast to be inlaid. Frail fairy of the streets; Strong, dainty lure; For all men's eyes the sweets Whose lack makes hearts so poor; While your heart loveless beats, Light, laughing, and impure. O! Fragrant waft of flesh, Float through me so -- My limbs are in your mesh, My blood forgets to flow; Ah! Lilied meadows fresh, It knows where it would go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR |