O why are there eyes like these, That sparkle and dapple and tease, So wide with the morning, so deep with the night, Dancing and gleaming in passioned delight? O why are there eyes like these? O why are there lips like these, Caressed by the southern breeze, That beckon and call and hold a slave All who therewith each soul-cry lave? O why are there lips like these? O why are there arms like these, That crumple and crush as they please A weak man's heart, and in their embrace Bring a glow of red to a strong man's face? O why are there arms like these? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW IN AFTER DAYS; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL ZEUS TOO IS A VICTIM by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS APOLLO AND DAPHNE by PHILIP AYRES COMPLAINS OF THE COURT by PHILIP AYRES |