As an aspen quivers, 'gainst this heart of mine be a ray that shivers soft as satin fine. Blue and alabaster is my goddess bright. Rabbits frolic past her through the summer night. Pale the perron gleameth. All your nudity to my bosom streameth, star that falls on me! How your neck, Margot, with your haunch doth glide! Rabbits far and wide fluff white tails below. All things blend and move. Who will laugh to see these poor butts that prove Dian's archery? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASOLANDO: NOW by ROBERT BROWNING MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 24 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MARTIN RELPH by ROBERT BROWNING THE COMFORTING by MARGARET E. BRUNER SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 46 by BLISS CARMAN ON THE DEATH OF SIR ANTHONY VANDIKE, THE FAMOUS PAINTER by ABRAHAM COWLEY |