T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Ivory and Rose
By Louis Untermeyer (1885–1977)(From The New Adam, 1920) HERE in this moonlit room, I watch you slip | |
| One shoulder from your dress and turn to me; | |
| A polished statue, flushing to the tip | |
| Of marble fingers gradually. | |
| And, like a ripe moon out of flimsy clouds, | 5 |
| Blossoms the shining fulness of your breast. | |
| These curves conceal, this dear perfection shrouds | |
| A soft, miraculous nest. | |
| Your ivory body pulses as the white | |
| Flesh catches flame and rosy tremblings move | 10 |
| Over this sanctuary of delight, | |
| The last asylum of our love. | |