HO! my little maiden With the glossy tresses, Come thou and dance with me A measure all divine; Let my breast be laden With but thy caresses -- Come thou and glancingly Mate thy face with mine. Thou shalt trill a rondel, While my lips are purling Some dainty twitterings Sweeter than the birds'; And, with arms that fondle Each as we go twirling, We will kiss, with twitterings, Lisps and loving words. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILLIAM P. FRYE [FEBRUARY 28, 1915] by JEANNE ROBERT FOSTER THE CAPTAINS OF THE YEARS by ARTHUR RAYMOND MACDOUGALL JR. THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |