As in the age of shepherd king and queen, Painted and frail amid her nodding bows, Under the sombre branches, and between The green and mossy garden-ways she goes, With little mincing airs one keeps to pet A darling and provoking perroquet. Her long-trained robe is blue, the fan she holds With fluent fingers girt with heavy rings, So vaguely hints of vague erotic things That her eye smiles, musing among its folds. -- Blonde too, a tiny nose, a rosy mouth, Artful as that sly patch that makes more sly, In her divine unconscious pride of youth, The slightly simpering sparkle of the eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW SONNET: 18. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT by JOHN MILTON THE BROOK; AN IDYL by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 65. AL-WAJID by EDWIN ARNOLD YOUTH AND AGE by GEORGE ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE |