O MELLOW month and merry month, Let me make love to you, And follow you around the world As knights their ladies do. I thought your sisters beautiful, Both May and April, too, But April she had rainy eyes, And May had eyes of blue. And June -- I liked the singing Of her lips -- and liked her smile -- But all her songs were promises Of something, after while; And July's face -- the lights and shades That may not long beguile With alternations o'er the wheat The dreamer at the stile. But you! -- ah, you are tropical, Your beauty is so rare; Your eyes are clearer, deeper eyes Than any, anywhere; Mysterious, imperious, Deliriously fair, O listless Andalusian maid, With bangles in your hair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT THE TITANIC by KATHARINE LEE BATES THIRTEEN AT TABLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |