The North is beautiful, and I Would like it - but for me How bud the lips of woman by The soft Habana sea! And how can one who long has known The fragrance of this rose, Keep from his frozen lips a moan Against the northern snows? I shiver at the closing white - But on the sunburnt south I lie in an eternal night Of sighing mouth on mouth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEN KARSHOOK'S WISDOM by ROBERT BROWNING AD LESBIAM by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS LACK OF STEADFASTNESS; BALLAD by GEOFFREY CHAUCER ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) |