The gentle wind that waves The green boughs here and there, Is showing how my hand Waved Kitty's finer hair. The Bee, when all his joints Are clinging to a Blossom, Is showing how I clung To Kitty's softer bosom. The Rill, when his sweet voice Is hushed by water-cresses, Is Kitty's sweeter voice Subdued by my long losses. Those little stars that shine So happy in the skies, Are those sweet babes I saw, Whose heaven was Kitty's eyes. The Moon, that casts her beam Upon the hill's dark crest, Is Kitty's whiter arm Across my hairy breast. The hazel nuts, when paired Unseen beneath the boughs, Are Kitty and myself, Whenever Chance allows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AT CASTLE WOOD by EMILY JANE BRONTE HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING YARROW UNVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: FLORA SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION |