The conqueror's chaplet doth not suit at all Those girlish azure orbs, and tresses' flow: Above - the victor wreath of ravaged Gaul - The fairy-land of thy sweet face below, Unscathed and clear! Ill fancy! that I wrought A garland for thee of such stern device; I made a monster, Katie, when I brought The Caesar's shadow o'er thy sunny eyes; But I must kiss thee, darling, all the same; What, peevish! and this one brief kiss my dole! Well - as it seems but half a kiss I stole, Now thou art but half Katie, I will claim The other half when thou art Katie whole, Uncrost by martial hints and Roman fame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY ONE MOTHER by GEORGE COOPER EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE DAY-DREAM: MORAL by ALFRED TENNYSON A MOUNTAIN SOUL (KATHARINE COMAN) by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE WARDROBE OF REMEMBRANCE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET VIVAMUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES LINES ON THE DEPARTURE OF EMIGRANTS FOR NEW SOUTH WALES by THOMAS CAMPBELL |