I SLEEK as a lizard at round of a stone, The look of her heart slipped out and in. Sweet on her lord her soft eyes shone, As innocents clear of a shade of sin. II He laid a finger under her chin, His arm for her girdle at waist was thrown: Now, what will happen and who will win, With me in the fight and my lady lone? III He clasped her, clasping a shape of stone; Was fire on her eyes till they let him in. Her breast to a God of the daybeams shone, And never a corner for serpent sin. IV Tranced she stood, with a chattering chin; Her shrunken form at his feet was thrown: At home to the death my lord shall win, When it is no tyrant who leaves me lone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUSE'S PETITION TO DOCTOR PRIESTLY FOUND IN THE TRAP .. by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TROUBLE IN DE KITCHEN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING THE COMING OF THE SNOW by MARION L. BERTRAND TULIPS by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT RED IS FOR WINTER by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN THE SUMMER-TIME THAT WAS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 3 by JOHN BYROM |