Where rippling waters curl around Moss-covered stones in woodland glade Lavina bathes her fairy self And, grim, Resists my wish to aid. Along the curving tree-draped shore We romp and shout with noisy glee Until her wish for fighting's o'er. She runs, And then is kind to me. Then sunlight flecks her springing breasts, Taut curves, that rollick through my brain, My head on Nature's pillow rests. We laugh, And she is kind again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT KENNEBUNKPORT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER GOD'S WORLD by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE TWO TREES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY MID-APRIL IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |