I LOOK on Nature, and my thoughts, Like nimble skaters, skim the land; But when I watch my loved one near, My thoughts are walkers in soft sand. I am a man that sees a sky Alive with stars that cannot rest; My eyes are here, my eyes are there, Above, and then below her breast. Much like the summer's bee am I, A thousand flowers before his eyes; He, knowing each one's power to please, No sooner settles than must rise. I sit bewildered by those charms That follow wave by wave all day; When I would with one wave make free, The others take my breath away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEN LAUGH by BERTHA ADAMS BACKUS ASTRONOMY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS THE HAPPY NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP AYRES SONNET: 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD WISCONSIN by CORA BLAKESLEE BEEBE |