KATE! if e'er thy light foot lingers On the lawn, when up the fells Steals the Dark, and fairy fingers Close unseen the pimpernels: When, his thighs with sweetness laden, From the meadow comes the bee, And the lover and the maiden Stand beneath the trysting tree: -- Lingers on, till stars unnumber'd Tremble in the breeze-swept tarn, And the bat that all day slumber'd Flits about the lonely barn; And the shapes that shrink from garish Noon are peopling cairn and lea; And thy sire is almost bearish If kept waiting for his tea: -- And the screech-owl scares the peasant As he skirts some churchyard drear; And the goblins whisper pleasant Tales in Miss Rossetti's ear; Importuning her in strangest, Sweetest tones to buy their fruits: -- O be careful that thou changest, On returning home, thy boots. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAUGHTERS OF JEPHTHA by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THE AFRICAN CHIEF by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN VERSES WHY BURNT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 14. THE POWERFUL ATTRACTION by PHILIP AYRES |