LYING asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite, Too wan for blushing and too warm for white, But perfect-colored without white or red. And her lips opened amorously, and said -- I wist not what, saving one word -- Delight. And all her face was honey to my mouth, And all her body pasture to mine eyes; The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire, The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south, The bright light feet, the splendid supple things And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE MARCHING (AS SEEN FROM THE LEFT FILE) by ISAAC ROSENBERG EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN SHIPS AT SUNSET by STANLEY E. BABB SEA-SONG by WILLIAM DRUMMOND BAKER THE TIMES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |