LIKE a shimmering poppy, robed in white With sashes and bows of palest green, A very woman of soft delight! Yet moulded as the flowers have been, Eyes golden-brown, and deep as true, Bespeak a mind to calmness given, A soul wherein a man may view The sovran sanctities of Heaven. When she doth smile, lights it as tho' Pale shadowy moonbeams brim her lips And scatter there an argent glow That never suffereth eclipse. Those treasured hands that lie superb Upon the foldings of her gown,— O beating heart! how can I curb The folly thou wouldst make me own? For thou wouldst her sweet trust requite With fervours of the sun-lash'd South; Thou, the arch-traitor! wouldst invite A lordlier trespass on her mouth. O that her lips might closer steal, Droop yet a little nearer mine! Till life upon its axis reel With kisses maddening more than wine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY TO GALLANT FRANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SEASONS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU |