by: Richard Le Gallienne
- H, when
at night my lady sweet
- Loosens the honeyed linen from her thigh,
- Girdle and smock and all the warm things lie
- Fall'n in a snowdrift round her feet;
- Or like the foam that kissed the toes
- Of Venus, nailed with pearl,
- When from the sea she rose,
- The wondrous golden girl.
- Then, bending low, I take the sweet cloud up,
- Stained through with sweets from arm and breast and thigh,
- And, like a greedy gloating butterfly,
- Upon the hoarded fragrance sup and sup.
- Yea, as I feast upon my lady's clothes,
- I dream I am a bee, and they a rose.
MORE POEMS BY RICHARD LE GALLIENNE
"Julia's Clothes" is reprinted
from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown