WE sat on the stair In the brilliant ball's glare While music rang sweet To the dancers' deft feet; Then I whispered a word, By nobody heard Save by her on the stair In the brilliant ball's glare. Then she rose in reply, -- Half angered, half shy, -- Quick gathered her train In white hands again, And bade me come dance Her joy to enhance; Her reply, spoken low, Was the tiny word, "No." We sat on the stair With nobody there, -- The dancers all fled, The music sunk dead; And her answer just then Was not spoken for men, But, truth to confess, It sounded like -- "Yes!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHING SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE CITIZEN OF THE WORLD by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER AN EGYPTIAN PULLED GLASS BOTTLE IN THE SHAPE OF A FISH by MARIANNE MOORE ST. SIMEON STYLITES by ALFRED TENNYSON MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK TRIOLET: THOSE VIOLETS BLUE by H. W. BANKS ON THE VIRGINITY OF THE VIRGIN MARY AND JOHANNA SOUTHCOTT by WILLIAM BLAKE |