GROW not so fast, glow not so warm; Thy hidden fires burn too wild— Too perfect is thy rounded form; Cling close, my child. Be yet my babe, rest quiet when The great sea-urges beat and call; Too soon wilt thou be ripe for men, The world and all. Thy shining skin, thy silken sheath, These will undo thee all too soon; And men will fight for thee beneath Some paler moon... Aye, thou my own, my undefiled, Shalt make the lewd world dream and start, When they have seized and torn thee, child, Out of my heart. With velvets shall thy bed be laid; A royal captive thou shalt be— And oh, what prices will be paid To ransom thee. Thy path shall be a track of gold, Of lust, of death and countless crimes; Bought by a sensual world—and sold A thousand times... And each shall lose thee at the last, Hating, yet still desiring thee... While I lie, where I have been cast, Back in the sea. So wait—and, lest the world transform Thy soul and make thee wanton-wild, @3Grow not so fast, glow not so warm, Cling close, my child.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |