On my darling's bosom <br />Has dropped a living rosy bud, <br />Fair as brilliant Hesper <br />Against the brimming flood. <br />She handles him, <br />She dandles him, <br />She fondles him and eyes him: <br />And if upon a tear he wakes, <br />With many a kiss she dries him: <br />She covets every move he makes, <br />And never enough can prize him. <br />Ah, the young Usurper! <br />I yield my golden throne: <br />Such angel bands attend his hands <br />To claim it for his own.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-young-usurper/
