Sonnets to a Red-Haired Lady - Part 32
When Dian o'er the purple ocean springs
The porpoise spouts in glee, the penguins crow,
And all the glad sea lions leap and blow
Their trumpets till the well-known welkin rings.
And something kindred in me jumps and sings,
Suzanne, when your red bean's supernal glow
Flings heavenly light about you as you go
Across the beach in your new bathing things.
'Tis more than what you wear, or even what
You do not wear, that stirs my lyric blood;
You are my moon, my planet bright and hot,
I'm like the wallowing creatures of the flood:
The tidal moods of me you mete and sway.
One wife would bathe in stockings! Welladay!
The porpoise spouts in glee, the penguins crow,
And all the glad sea lions leap and blow
Their trumpets till the well-known welkin rings.
And something kindred in me jumps and sings,
Suzanne, when your red bean's supernal glow
Flings heavenly light about you as you go
Across the beach in your new bathing things.
'Tis more than what you wear, or even what
You do not wear, that stirs my lyric blood;
You are my moon, my planet bright and hot,
I'm like the wallowing creatures of the flood:
The tidal moods of me you mete and sway.
One wife would bathe in stockings! Welladay!
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