LITHE-ARMED, and with satin-soft shoulders As white as the cream-crested wave; With a gaze dazing every beholder's, She holds every gazer a slave: Her hair, a fair haze, is outfloated And flared in the air like a flame; Bare-breasted, bare-browed and bare-throated -- Too smooth for the soothliest name. She wiles you with wine, and wrings for you Ripe juices of citron and grape; She lifts up her lute and sings for you Till the soul of you seeks no escape; And you revel and reel with mad laughter, And fall at her feet, at her beck, And the scar of her sandal thereafter You wear like a gyve round your neck. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH, INTENDED FOR HIMSELF by JAMES BEATTIE THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE CLOUD by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |