WHEN I had met my love the twentieth time, She put me to confession day and night: Did I like woman far above all things, Or did the songs I make give more delight? "Listen, you sweeter flower than ever smiled In April's sunny face," I said at last -- "The voices and the legs of birds and women Have always pleased my ears and eyes the most." And saying this, I watched my love with care, Not knowing would my words offend or please: But laughing gayly, her delighted breasts Sent ripples down her body to her knees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILDERNESS TRANSFORMED by PHILIP DODDRIDGE GOING AND STAYING by THOMAS HARDY THE WORLD: A CHILD'S SONG by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 25. ENVY ACCOMPANIES LOVE by PHILIP AYRES A REGULAR GIRL by BERTON BRALEY A CHILD'S GRACE AT FLORENCE; A.A.E.C. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |