To Please My Sense

                  To Please My Sense

To Please My Sense

                          (Eriu – Ireland)

Coquette colleen! Such drear, dull clothes curtail

  Your splendours wrapping them behind a veil

    Of dropping, drooping, drab obscurity.

  What is it that you think to hide from me

By so encumbering my hopeful view?

  I know your attributes and I have seen

    Your secret places. You need not endue

  This overmantling vague opacity

To serve your privities as modest screen.

  Stop your dissembling: for you know I’m not

    So inexperienced an idiot

  As is seduced by such false prudery.

Discard this useless dress; wear confidence! You dare

More loveliness, to please my sense, when you are bare!.