In light of day or full of moon, With women's laughter and dance tune Swirl the roundelay childhood dreams: The breeze is snowy, the gay lawn streams With white petals that the branches spill. Pass the brunette, pass the blonde! They turn; of one alone you're fond: @3Kiss her whom you will.@1 A big bouquet upheld like a torch Sheds, like sparks, the blood of roses That with the lilies under the porch In pink and white beds the wind disposes; I know the embarrassment and thrill As you lean and laugh and rejoice; The round turns, and you make your choice: @3Kiss her whom you will.@1 The fife sounds, and the laughter fleeting Turns there still like leaves astray; You are afraid of her kiss of greeting; You are seeking for words to say. The coquette with a laugh would strike you still If she saw the bashfulness clutch at your heart, So don't say a word if you just can't start: @3Kiss her whom you will.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON LAMENT FOR CULLODEN by ROBERT BURNS BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS WILD ROSES by RHODA S. BARCLAY SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |