T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
She Lay Quite Still
By Orrick Johns (1887–1946)(1921) SHE lay quite still when morning came, | |
| Her hours of sleep had been but three, | |
| Her eyelids moved, her cheeks were flame. | |
| I know her heart was not the same | |
| As yester-night it had to be; | 5 |
| She lay quite still when morning came. | |
| They quoted her a wanton dame, | |
| This thing I had not thought to see … | |
| She lay quite still when morning came. | |
| The bare white thing that was her shame | 10 |
| The morning light kissed tenderly, | |
| Her eyelids moved, her cheeks were flame. | |
| She bore so well her lived fame | |
| It seemed a miracle to me;… | |
| She lay quite still when morning came. | 15 |
| Of all the wonders in God’s name | |
| No awe like this can come to me … | |
| She lay quite still when morning came, | |
| Her eyelids moved, her cheeks were flame. | |