A shadow-leaf parts between fingers; Its pieces swing upward and wind About the shadowy, blowing, blue hair of the day, But the day shakes them loose, and they shiver down Like bits of fire that have dreamed themselves cold. ... So our friendship, as we walk along, Slipped from us, to form a far-off, gossamer beauty, And came back to us, like a dream that wants to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS GRAY MOOD by MARJORIE AKERMAN B. COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHERD; OR COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS by RICHARD BARNFIELD |