IN the muscadine-glowing noon Under the arcade Shaped like a cascade -- Where the shadows creep like a pantaloon -- The Abbe finished his rhodomontade. "Madame la Marquise, If you please, When I must play with old ladies, ombre In Hades' shady bocage sombre -- Let me, though I am old, Still perceive your gold Fruit-sweet cheeks' brocade, Smiling among that peaceful shade. . . ." But the Marquise in the bocage, Laughs like the sharp rockage Of her gallant grottoes, cold as water-wells, And shakes her curls, as pearly as their shells! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES TO A SKYLARK (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH OLD WYLIE'S STONE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 1. AIR by JOHN ARMSTRONG VERSES TO AN INFANT by BERNARD BARTON |