LAST night, while I was sitting by her side, And listening to her bodice' silken stir, And stroking her soft sleeves of yellow fur, I gave the sweet who is to be my bride A little silver vinaigrette, star-eyed, And chased with Cupids; and received from her The gold-embossed pomander-box of myrrh She pounced her white hands with at eventide. My sleep till dawn was all consumed with thirst, And passionate longing; then the great sun's light Burst through my flimsy dreams, and nothing tells Of all the joy that gladdened me last night, Except this little golden box that smells As her sweet hands did when I kissed them first. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE DEPARTURE OF THE GOOD DAEMON by ROBERT HERRICK A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS PIONEERS! O PIONEERS! by WALT WHITMAN A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |