MAD
“I’ll take my yellow neckerchief,
My coral beads I’ll wear;
Green ivy-chains shall loop my dress,
And ivy-chains shall loop my hair.
“What pretty gyves, such pretty gyves!
See how with tendril twists
They twine a halter round my throat
And make soft captives of my wrists.
“I’ll leave my shoes beside the stream,
And creep on noiseless feet
Between the willows all among
The iris and the meadow-sweet.”
She slips from willow-tree to tree,
Holding one finger pressed
Against her lips; her other hand
Lies lightly moulded on her breast,
And peeping, laughing all the day,
She rambles up and down,
But I, unseen, have seen her go
With ivy slung about her gown.