I WAITED in the little sunny room: The cool breeze waved the window-lace, at play, The white rose on the porch was all in bloom, And out upon the bay I watched the wheeling sea-birds go and come. "Such an old friend, -- she would not make me stay While she bound up her hair." I turned, and lo, Danae in her shower! and fit to slay All a man's hoarded prudence at a blow: Gold hair, that streamed away As round some nymph a sunlit fountain's flow. "She would not make me wait!" -- but well I know She took a good half-hour to loose and lay Those locks in dazzling disarrangement so! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME! by THOMAS MOORE ADAM'S CURSE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONG OF THE SPANISH JEWS by GRACE AGUILAR DAWN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS PARLIAMENT OF WOMEN: PRAXAGORA REHEARSES by ARISTOPHANES |