I A PALLID nun by serge made doubly pale, Stoops to the pavement for a red, ripe leaf Dropped from a tree, and smiles beneath her veil In thinking this may soothe a sick child's grief. II A cool contralto voice that calms the soul, As night-wind calms the pulses hot with pain; And, crouching on a bench, the grave her goal, A wanton grown a simple girl again. III A street musician singing of the sea Amidst the shipping of a smoke-wrapped town; Until a soft south breeze from Italy Touches the cheek, and fairer skies float down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY EVENING HYMN by REGINALD HEBER THE JACKET OF GREY by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL ALPINE SPIRIT'S SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES DIGNITY OF LABOR by LEVI BISHOP O, GO NOT YET! by QUINTIN BONE |