OVER the firm young bosom's polished peaks The thin white robe slips dimly as a dream Slowly dissolving in the sun's first beam: Far off the sad sea sighs and vainly seeks The abandoned shell that bore her to the Greeks When first she slumbered on the sea-blue stream, And in the dawn's first faint wild golden gleam The white doves woke her with their soft red beaks. From breast to sunny thigh the light silk slips On every rose-white curve and rounded slope Pausing; and now it lies around her feet In tiny clouds: now timidly she dips One foot; the warm wave, shivering at her sweet, Kisses it with a murmur of wild hope. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE OLD BUFFALO TRAIL by ISABEL ANDERSON A NYMPH TO A YOUNG SHEPHERD, INSENSIBLE OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES EDGE by CHARLOTTE FARRINGTON BABCOCK GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |