Moonlight on the lake, And Lola, Pale, in cool silver, To break the uncertain silence Off shore. I watched a long moon-ray Tongueing The black smooth thing Of prismic lac She tells you Her hair is. Lola spoke, Lightly too, Of something she knew. . . . Oh, I wish I had not chanced This night In Lola's sight! The moon slants down Among the blown ripples. Out there, Beyond the shore's shelter, There's such a welter -- Silver and wave and white spray -- That who shall say Which long bright streak Is Lola's dress? Or which one Among the dark circles Untwining still in the silvery water, Is the brushed-back shining wing That was her hair? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE OF RORY O'MORE; 1642 by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD ON ENGLISH MONSIEUR by BEN JONSON LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ADONIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE COURT OF PENANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO MISS ANNA MARIA TRAVERS. AN EPISTLE FROM SCOTLAND by CHARLOTTE BRERETON |