William Henry Drummond

(13 April, 1854 – 6 April, 1907 / Mohill, County Leitrim)

Madrigal - Poem by William Henry Drummond

LIKE the Idalian queen,
   Her hair about her eyne,
With neck and breast's ripe apples to be seen,
   At first glance of the morn
In Cyprus' gardens gathering those fair flow'rs
   Which of her blood were born,
I saw, but fainting saw, my paramours.
The Graces naked danced about the place,
   The winds and trees amazed
   With silence on her gazed,
The flowers did smile, like those upon her face;
And as their aspen stalks those fingers band,
   That she might read my case,
A hyacinth I wish'd me in her hand.


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  • Brian Jani (5/5/2014 10:33:00 AM)


    Awesome layout of words Henry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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