WITH footfall soft as angel's She steps across the room, Drawing her chair beside me Here, in the twilight gloom. The rose within my fingers I place upon her hair, Praying that God may banish The cup of our despair. She smiles at me in sadness, I smile at her in tears, We speak no words, nor have we Spoken in all these years. At length the jealous darkness Spirits away her form, But where this night I kissed her, Ah! still the air is warm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUSIN NANCY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 3. FULL MOON by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A DRINKING SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS INTAGLIOS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |