Ambition, and Other Poems/Hand or Mouth

by William Henry Davies

Hand or Mouth

This, then, is Pleasure's bower, Where every thing can please;Her cushions are of silk, She plays on ivory keys.She gives her hand to kiss, Before I leave her bower:'I thank you, pretty one, For this light hour.'

Out in the garden now Young Joy sits all alone;The cushion she sits on Is nothing but a stone;Her naked lips are all The music she can play;She gives her mouth to kiss— Sweet Joy, I stay!