ON my darling's bosom Has dropped a living rosy bud, Fair as brilliant Hesper Against the brimming flood. She handles him, She dandles him, She fondles him and eyes him: And if upon a tear he wakes, With many a kiss she dries him: She covets every move he makes, And never enough can prize him. Ah, the young Usurper! I yield my golden throne: Such angel bands attend his hands To claim it for his own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE REALM OF FANCY by JOHN KEATS RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT by JONATHAN SWIFT |