The Eighth Sin/Robin Herrick in Eights Week
ROBIN HERRICK IN EIGHTS WEEK.
When in a punt my Julia goesShe wields the pole and chastely showsHer dainty ankles—I repose.
And as she poles she smiling thinks"I'm glad I wore the silk ones—pink'sMy colour"—O the crafty minx!
I, meditating on her charms,Her supple grace, her bare brown arms . . .Suddenly, smitten with alarms
I feel a scratch. O where are we?Under the spiky hawthorn tree,Whither her punting taketh me!