I WOULD it had been mine in Time remote When Nature's womb a monstrous brood begat, Upon some maiden giantess to dote, As at a queen's feet some voluptuous cat; To watch her body budding, with her mind Growing in dreadful frolic; and dislimn The sombre furnace gathering heat behind The misty veil that in her eyes did swim; Over her mighty shape to roam at ease, Crawl on the slope of her enormous knees; Or when the sultry heat of summer drove My mistress prone athwart the grassy space, Drowsed in the shadow of her breasts, not move Like a still hamlet at a mountain's base. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND by HENRY FIELDING ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE HORSE THIEF by WILLIAM ROSE BENET HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 37 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO ---- ----. (1) by MARY BRYAN |