O LADY FLORA, let me speak; A pleasant hour has passed away While, dreaming on your damask cheek, The dewy sister-eyelids lay. As by the lattice you reclined, I went thro' many wayward moods To see you dreaming -- and, behind, A summer crisp with shining woods. And I too dream'd, until at last Across my fancy, brooding warm, The reflex of a legend past, And loosely settled into form. And would you have the thought I had, And see the vision that I saw, Then take the broidery-frame, and add A crimson to the quaint macaw, And I will tell it. Turn your face, Nor look with that too-earnest eye -- The rhymes are dazzled from their place And order'd words asunder fly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD SHE CAME AND WENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL OUR BIRTH-CORD by KOFI ANYIDOHO SHELLEY'S DEATH by ALFRED AUSTIN CHRIST TO HIS SPOUSE by WILLIAM BALDWIN ON THE STAR OF 'THE LEGION OF HONOR' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |