Poems (Sill)/Eve's Daughter
waited in the little sunny room: The cool breeze waved the window-lace, at play,The white rose on the porch was all in bloom, And out upon the bayI watched the wheeling sea-birds go and come.
EVE'S DAUGHTER.
waited in the little sunny room: The cool breeze waved the window-lace, at play,The white rose on the porch was all in bloom, And out upon the bayI watched the wheeling sea-birds go and come."Such an old friend,—she would not make me stay While she bound up her hair." I turned, and lo,Danaë in her shower! and fit to slay All a man's hoarded prudence at a blow:Gold hair, that streamed away As round some nymph a sunlit fountain's flow. "She would not make me wait!"—but well I know She took a good half-hour to loose and layThose locks in dazzling disarrangement so!