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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
THE AMBUSCADE
Meek crossing of the bosom's lawnAverted revery veil-like drawn,
Well beseem thee, nor obtrude
The cloister of thy virginhood.
And yet, white nun, that seemly dress
Of purity pale passionless,
A May-snow is; for fleeting term,
Custodian of love's slumbering germ—
Nay, nurtures it, till time disclose
How frost fed Amor's burning rose.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |