Eyes like summer after sundown, Hands like roses after dew, Lyric as a blown rose garden The wind wanders through. Swelling breasts that bud to crimson, Hair like cobwebs after dawn, And the rosy mouth wind-rifled When the wind is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH OF HER FAUN [OR, FAWN] by ANDREW MARVELL A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL ON PLOUGHING by EVELYN D. BANGAY ROBERT E. LEE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. TO THE END OF TIME by EDWARD CARPENTER |