HER little hand in his he took, All hot and quivering it was; And noted how her eyes did look Bright as a lucent sapphire does. Within her dainty little wrist Her pulse throbbed quick, as if her heart Beat love's glad summons to be kissed, Heart's first reveille since life's start. Her oval cheeks were flushed with rose; Her red lips parted for such breath As hot from tropic spice lands blows; Enough 'twas to have warmed old Death! He gazed at her; he spoke -- and she Stuck out at him a small tongue's tip: The family doctor old was he, And she -- he said she had @3la grippe@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LAKE BOATS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |