Poetry

Lucinda's eyes like diamonds shone,
And in her slender wrists, the moon;
And in her hammock swayed and sighed
As I drew near, impelled by pride.

Lucinda's eyes like diamonds shone,
All silver in the crescent moon;
As through a buzzing cherub's haze
I pined to snare Lucinda's gaze.

Lucinda's eyes like diamonds shone,
Through whom that sylphid loon the moon
Detained me there in dreams, four days,
Until I'd gleaned their subtle phrase.

Lucinda's eyes like diamonds shone.
But who can fault the aged moon?
For every man who's dreamed and died
Is stirred by Woman's sensual tide.