The Pearl/Volume 1/The Meeting of the Waters

A Parody on Moore's Melody

There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale where the thighs of a pretty girl meet: Oh, the last ray of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.

Yet it is not that Nature has shed o'er the scene, The purest of red, the most delicate skin, 'Tis not the sweet smell of the genial hill; Ah, no! it is something more exquisite still.

'Tis because the last favours of woman are there, Which make every part of her body more dear. We feel how the charms of Nature improve, When we bathe in the spendings of her whom we love.