I.
Oh, beauideal! unveil thine plaid,
Where my heart and love I laid.
Thine parts shone, lo! 'bejewelled belle'
And thy ornated feet had my heart's bell.
II.
Thy lips like cymbals, rang loves' thyme,
Like a sonnet had its perfect rhyme.
'Thou wast a queen with a pearl bespangled parsol'
Thirsted were the drops of my drizzle of soul.
III.
Wandered were they the most-
To glide throu' thy plums in a lust.
Hastn't yet thou heard the music of rain-dance
When I wait 'ere with my heart for thy glance?
Another beautiful poem! I see lately you use old English. Like the old masters Shakespeare etc. You're great, though.
This is truly magnificent, you always seem to come up with the most brilliant works, phenomenal poem my friend.
dear friend, u have a great command over language. excellent work.
wow...beau ideal... Read this one over and over again..now want to read all of your poems
are you sure you didnt come out of a Shakespearean novel? very good fellow colleague
are you sure you didnt come out of a Shakespearean novel? very good fellow colleague
are you sure you didnt come out of a Shakespearean novel? very good fellow colleague
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a beautiful poem there are many poems of love but there are only a couple that i can read over and over...and i just read this about 8 times