WHEN a patterned stuff will so flutter, And a burning flame is so white, No need now to smile or to utter: Just remain as you were, in my sight. Just remain in your darkness and drooping, More pale than an autumn at dawn, Out there where the willow is stooping To shivering shadows of lawn. A minute -- the wind will come shaking The leaves into patterns around. A minute -- the heart then awaking Will know 'tis not you that it found. Just stay then, and smile not nor utter; Just stay as a vision so long As a patterned stuff will so flutter And a white burning flame is so strong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD by WALT WHITMAN THE ETERNAL GOODNESS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: PROGNE'S DREAM by JOHN ARMSTRONG |