I watched you saunter down the sand: Serene and large, the golden weather Flowed radiant round your peacock feather, And glistered from your jewelled hand. Your tawny hair, turned strand on strand And bound with the blue ribands together, Streaked the rough tartan, green like heather, That round your lissome shoulder spanned. Your grace was quick my sense to seize: The quaint looped hat, the twisted tresses, The close-drawn scarf, and under these The flowing, flapping draperies -- My thought an outline still caresses, Enchanting, comic, Japanese! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER AUTUMN DIALOGUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: 20. A HAPPY MARRIAGE by THOMAS CAMPION WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND |