IN the brown of her eyes A soft light lies, The light of her upturned face; The slow retreat Of the cadence sweet With the roses and ribbons and lace; The soft refrain, The dying strain, The waltz is our last, "@3Auf wiedersehen!@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE OTHER LITTLE SHIPS by EDNA BINTLIFF IN AN AEROPLANE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE OLD WOMAN FAIRY by MARY BRODINE A COMPLAINT TO HIS LADY by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE WIFE OF BATH'S PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |