THE MAID A BATHING
An anonymous poem
- PON a Summer's
day,
- 'Bout middle of the morn,
- I spy'd a Lass that lay
- Stark nak'd as she was born;
- 'Twas by a running Pool,
- Within a meadow green,
- And there she lay to cool,
- Not thinking to be seen.
-
- Then did she by degrees
- Wash every part in rank,
- Her Arms, her breasts, her thighs,
- Her Belly, and her Flank;
- Her legs she opened wide,
- My eyes I let down steal,
- Until that I espied
- Dame nature's privy Seal.
-
- I stripped me to the skin,
- And boldly stepped unto her,
- Thinking her love to win,
- I thus began to woo her:
- Sweetheart, be not so coy,
- Time's sweet in pleasures spent,
- She frowned, and cried, away.
- Yet smiling, gave consent.
-
- Then blushing, down she slid,
- Seeming to be amazed,
- But heaving up her head,
- Again she on me gazed;
- I seeing that, lay down,
- And boldly 'gan to kiss,
- And she did smile, and frown,
- And so fell to our bliss.
-
- Then lay she on the ground
- As though she had been sped,
- As women in a swoon,
- Yield up, and yet not dead:
- So did this lively maid,
- When hot blood fill'd her vain,
- And coming to herself she said,
- I thank you for your pain.
"The Maid a Bathing" is
reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York:
Crown Publishers, 1921. |
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