Poems (Scudder)/Old English
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OLD ENGLISH
Talk of love to Kate and lo,
How the startled blood doth glow
Over brow and bosom
As when frolic winds at play
Shake the folded buds of May
Into sudden blossom.
How the startled blood doth glow
Over brow and bosom
As when frolic winds at play
Shake the folded buds of May
Into sudden blossom.
Soft words to Clorinda speak
Lightly o'er her polished cheek
Such faint colors hover
As a pearly shell may wear
When to it the mermaid fair
Whispers of her lover.
Lightly o'er her polished cheek
Such faint colors hover
As a pearly shell may wear
When to it the mermaid fair
Whispers of her lover.
But doth Helen blush, her face
Such enchanting hues do grace
He who sees supposes
'Neath her eyes two cherubs sit,
Each in mad and merry fit
T'other pelts with roses.
Such enchanting hues do grace
He who sees supposes
'Neath her eyes two cherubs sit,
Each in mad and merry fit
T'other pelts with roses.