Women of beauty, golden-sandal shod, Passionate Sappho, Trojan Helen fair, Glamorous are the golden shoes they wear Almost too beautiful to touch the sod. Often I cannot help but think it odd You single out for such adoring care A pair of little feet all white and bare, But when you kneel to kiss, I pray to God. Gift of my darling, gold that is the sheerest, Delicate, dainty, exquisitely neat— Ever I'll hold him closest and nearest, Eager to serve and make each moment sweet, Give him such joy that he will think his dearest Dances through life on golden-sandalled feet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |