COME, take thy pencil -- paint my love More tender than most tender dove; Suffuse her cheeks with that warm glow Would fain on lover hope bestow; And make it frequent @3go and come@1 Back to and from its sighful home. Lay on her @3tongue the tone of truth,@1 The Vesper Hymn of virgin youth. She loves each eve, in pious praise, To lisp to Sol's declining rays; And hide that song from vulgar men Within its own most hallow'd pen, By double row of pillars, chaste As Dian in the @3moral waste@1 [&c.]. From those lips @3let odours breathe;@1 Round them @3all my kisses wreathe.@1 In her fond voluptuous chin Mould a dimple, hearts to @3gin;@1 And make thy magic art uprear A heartsease smile behind each tear [&c.]. Give to her feet the airy motion Of sunbeams trembling on the ocean Lay her white fingers on a harp Of gold, the power of gloom to warp. And @3if thou canst,@1 in its warm nest Paint, paint the heart beneath the breast; Make visible its million springs, Nor snap one of its thousand strings; Depict it in a tear-wove guise Floating upon a sea of sighs, Its hundred ears inclined to one Sweet tale of love, &c., &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST THE TWO VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE GARDEN THE WORLD by WALT WHITMAN LET NO CHARITABLE HOPE by ELINOR WYLIE |