Robert Kirkland Kernighan
My Little Leopardess - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Lissom as a lily fragrant as an herb ;
Darling, golden little one, thou art superb !
Cool as is the day-break passionate as the noon :
As fixed as any star as changeful as the moon ;
Your voice is full of music, springing, note by note,
From out the sweet song-tower of your snowy throat.
Your fingers are the petals that shade your soft pink
The hand that fills my universe with either storm or calm ;
And Love has digged a pit for me and flung my fond
It does not wish escape from out that dimple in your chin.
Your lashes cast their shadows upon a cheek I prize,
To hide love's rare pond lilies afloat within your eyes.
You 're full of sweet caprices ; but I love you for your
To yield a swift forgiveness my loyal heart ne'er halts.
I know you 're not an angel hush ! let me press that
Arid whisper : If an angel you 'd tire me in a week !
When I am with yon, darling 't will do me good to tell
I 'm very near to heaven and mighty close to hell.
And that 's what makes you precious, my little gem un-
Like Judith, you would knife a man : like Mary follow
Ah ! I can almost feel your claws in every soft caress ;
But still I love I worship thee : thou little Leopardess !
I lay my hand, unshaking, upon your tawny mane,
And welcome all the joy you bring, nor murmur at the
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