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
palm
The hand that fills my universe with either storm or calm ;
And Love has digged a pit for me and flung my fond
heart in
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
faults :
To yield a swift forgiveness my loyal heart ne'er halts.
I know you 're not an angel hush ! let me press that
cheek
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-
priced ;
Like Judith, you would knife a man : like Mary follow
Christ.
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
pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting way of writing in this one, your poetry is uneque.