The first soft green of a Northern spring, Lit by a golden sun: That is the little frock you wore When our love was begun, In the house by the purple shore. The gold-red flush of early fall, And the tinge of sun on the sea: That is the maiden vest you wore When you came to my knee, And the firelight danced on the floor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN PHILOMELA by JOHN CROWE RANSOM ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AN ARAB WELCOME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LOVE'S SECRET NAME by JOHN ARTHUR BLAIKIE GONERIL'S LULLABY, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |