My sword I shook Until It glittered like a brook, But frozen, still... I watched it glow As bright As flaming fire, although Extinguished quite. Were it not cold And dead, It would have burned, or rolled Away, I said... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR SECRET LOVE; SONG by JOHN CLARE HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 51. WILLOWWOOD (3) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SAN GABRIEL by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN CAPITAL SQUARE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |