Saturday, September 6, 2014

Eve's Daughter

I waited in the little sunny room
The cool breeze waved the window-lace at play,
The white rose on the porch was all in bloom,
And out upon the bay I watched the wheeling sea-birds go and come
Such an old friend-- she would not make me stay
While she bound up her hair." I turned and lo,
Danae in her shower! and fit to slay
All a man's hoarded prudence at a blow:
Gold hair, that streamed away,
As round some nymph in sunlit fountain's flow.
"She would not make me wait!" but well I know
She took a good half hour to loose and lay
Those locks - in dazzling disarrangement so


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