Her sweet, sweet mouth! The peach-pearl shell: -- Red edged its lips, That softly swell, Just oped to speak, With blushing cheek, That fisherman With lonely spear On the reef ken, And lift to ear Its voice to hear, -- Soft, sighing South! Like this, like this, -- The rosy kiss! -- That maiden's mouth. A shell! a shell! A vocal shell! Song-dreaming, In its inmost dell! Her bosom! Two buds half blown, they tell; A little valley between perfuming; That roves away, Deserting the day, -- The day of her eyes illuming; -- That roves away, o'er slope and fell, Till a soft, soft meadow becomes the dell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO MY MYRTLE [MIRTLE] by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A VISION OF CONNAUGHT IN THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE HILLS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE REASON by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |