IT was a still autumnal day -- So sadly still and strangely bright -- The hectic glow of quick decay Tinged everything with lovely light. It warmly touched the fragrant air And fields of corn and crumbling vines Along the golden Yadkin, where We walked among the whispering pines. Alas, that tender hectic glow Shone in her gentle, pallid face, And none save God in heaven could know My agony to see its trace -- To watch those fatal roses bloom Upon her cheeks -- red, cruel signs -- But all of love, not of the tomb, We spoke among the whispering pines. Ah, fatal roses -- never yet Have they deceived. She drooped and died. We parted and we never met Again; but often at my side An angel walks, -- her step I know, -- A viewless arm my neck entwines. O angel love, so years ago We walked among the whispering pines. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STIRRUP-CUP by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE FIRST SNOWFALL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL EPIGRAM: 101 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 70. THE HILL-SUMMIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA A PREPARATORY HYMNE TO THE WEEK OF MEDITACIONS UPON, & DEVOUT EXERCISE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |