Yours is a pretty gesture, to dismiss Habiliments of luxury, to trill Your wind-reeds down a vale of daffodil Beneath the Athenian Acropolis; With gamboling flocks, in your bucolic bliss Of Arcady you rule the woods, until My thought intrudes -- within what cave of hill Do you defy the blast of boreal hiss? I cannot tolerate the cruel idea That your nude breast must meet a wintry wind, Your dancing hoofs be numb, and ice coerce Your song-lips' hush. For Pan a panacea! -- Come to my hearthstone when you are snowblind, And I shall warm you with a glowing verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |