I'M sitting musing in my room, The snow is on the ground; The moon has hid her face to-night, And darkness is profound. 'Twas somewhat such a night as this, A little darker, though, I asked Bess to go sleighing, and She said that she would go. But just as we were starting out, Said she, "For just us two" (A smile played round her mouth) "I think It much too dark, don't you?" I did not know their wiles as yet, I was so young and slow; But thought she really meant it, and I stammered, "I -- think -- so." She cast at me a pitying glance, Then in the house we went. The balance of that evening was In conversation spent. * * * * * * * Since then she's always been polite, And cordial, too, you know; But from that time I realize I've never had a show. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO MY MOTHER by EDGAR ALLAN POE CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DEAD LARK by ALEXANDER ANDERSON GLOW OF DAWN by ELIDA PATTISON BENTLEY |