FULL bosomed maids of Chio -- Around your auburn tresses The woven roses twining, Now sport in circling dances. The moon is on the ocean, The light, loose clouds around her Their fleecy heaps are piling, And gird her with a halo: No longer from the billow The fresh sea-wind is stealing; His pinions wet with night-dew, And bathed in liquid odors, He slumbers on the flower bed, And lies till morning wake him. Then come ye maids of Chio -- And while your dark eyes sparkle, Full eyes of living brightness, Weave in your mazy dances The flowery chain of Ero, And round our yielding bosoms Its rings of roses linking, Give us those glowing kisses, That drop the tempting treasures Of Aphrodite's nectar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 49. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING by WILLIAM COWPER HAPPY WIND by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE ECLOGUE: FATHER COME HWOME by WILLIAM BARNES THE FABRIC by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE LORD'S MASQUE: ORPHEUS by THOMAS CAMPION PROLOGUE TO A PLAY PRESENTED BEFORE THE KING AND QUEEN .. AT WHITEHALL by THOMAS CAREW |