A LITTLE maid of Astrakan, An idol on a silk divan; She sits so still, and never speaks, She holds a cup of mine; 'T is full of wine, and on her cheeks Are stains and smears of wine. Thou little girl of Astrakan, I join thee on the silk divan: There is no need to seek the land, The rich bazaars where rubies shine; For mines are in that little hand, And on those little cheeks of thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPARENT FAILURE by ROBERT BROWNING THIRTY BOB A WEEK by JOHN DAVIDSON LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONNET: 78 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: APRIL by EDMUND SPENSER ALEC YEATON'S SON; GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |