LITTLE tube of mighty power, Charmer of an idle hour, Object of my warm desire, Lip of wax and eye of fire: And thy snowy taper waist, With my finger gently braced; And thy swelling ashy crest. With my little stopper pressed; And the sweetest bliss of blisses, Breathing from thy balmy kisses. Happy thrice and thrice agen-- Happiest he of happy men! Who, when agen the night returns, When agen the taper burns; When agen the cricket's gay (Little cricket) full of play, Can afford his tube to feed, With the fragrant Indian weed; I'leasure for a nose divine, Incense of the god of wine: Happy thrice and thrice agen-- Happiest he of happy men! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTION OF MONTROSE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD MY YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SPOILS OF THE DEAD by ROBERT FROST MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |