MY beloved Is the altar Upon which is lit the incense Of a woman's dreams. My beloved is darkly beautiful. The shadow of his profile Is as an effigy upon a Grecian vase, A curving tender smile to pierce the soul. My beloved Has the quick grace of a stag in flight. The slim pines of the forest Bend not more easily to the south wind's swift caress Than my beloved sways in mazy rhythms of the dance. The voice of my beloved Is as the music of a thousand muted lutes Whispering through primrose twilight. The kiss of my beloved Is as warm honey on the mouth. The eyes of my beloved Are as a violet flame, searingly beautiful. The arms of my beloved Are as the purple hills where cedars stand Fragrant and indomitable through centuries. The love of my beloved Is all a woman asks Of earth or heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |