Friday, August 8, 2008
"Then would she hold me and never let me go?"
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward,
Couched with her arms behind her golden head,
Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly,
Lies my young love sleeping in the shade.
Had I the heart to slide an arm beneath her,
Press her parting lips as her waist I gather slow,
Waking in amazement she could not but embrace me:
Then would she hold me and never let me go?
From "Love in the Valley" by George Meredith (1828-1909). Complete poem at Poetry Foundation.
Image from Historia del Arte Erotico.