Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne Complete edition with numerous illustrations |
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ARIEL.
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| Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | ||
ARIEL.
“My dainty Ariel.”—
Tempest.
Tempest.
A voice like the murmur of doves,
Soft lightning from eyes of blue;
On her cheek a flush like love's
First delicate, rosebud hue;
Soft lightning from eyes of blue;
On her cheek a flush like love's
First delicate, rosebud hue;
Bright torrents of hazel hair,
Which, glittering, flow and float
O'er the swell of her bosom fair,
And the snows of her matchless throat;
Which, glittering, flow and float
O'er the swell of her bosom fair,
And the snows of her matchless throat;
Lithē limbs of a life so fine,
That their rhythmical motion seems
But a part of the grace divine
Of the music of haunted dreams;
That their rhythmical motion seems
But a part of the grace divine
Of the music of haunted dreams;
Low gurgling laughter, as sweet
As the swallow's song i' the South,
And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet
By the curves of a perfect mouth;
As the swallow's song i' the South,
And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet
By the curves of a perfect mouth;
O creature of light and air!
O fairy sylph o' th' sun!
Hearts whelmed in the tidal gold of her hair
Rejoice to be so undone!
O fairy sylph o' th' sun!
Hearts whelmed in the tidal gold of her hair
Rejoice to be so undone!
| Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | ||