THROUGH golden languors of low glimmering light, Deep eyes, o'erbrimmed with passion's sacred wine, Heart-perfumed tears -- yearning towards me, shine Like stars made lovelier by faint mists at night; Her cheeks, sweet lilies change to roses bright, Blown in love's realm, fed by his breath divine; And even those virginal tremors seem the sign Of perfect joy through love's unchallenged right: O happy breast, that heavest soft and fair Through silvery clouds of luminous silk and lace! O, gracious hands, O flower-enwoven head, O'er which hope's charm its delicate warmth has shed! While smiles and blushes wreathe her dimpling face, Set in the splendor of dark Orient hair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: MOON-SHADOWS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ALMANZOR & ALMAHIDE, OR THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA: PART 2. EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL WHEN by SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 88. AL-MUGHNI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE HAPPY FOOL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |