@2W@1HEN first I found thee, Ruth, I thought: "How rare!" As one with quiet pleasure may behold A wildwood flower her fairy leaves unfold Because a herald zephyr lingered there. After a new adventure: "She had an air Of mirth and mischief;" then—"With how controlled And clear a vision she views the stars untold!" Last, on a sudden: "God, how she is fair!" When was the mystery that made thee mine? What moment married us,—the first surprise? The summing of thy linkéd lovelinesses? Or the pang of passionate hope, desire divine? ... Ah none! We looked each other in the eyes, Remembering a Chaos of caresses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHURCH FLOORE by GEORGE HERBERT HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 82 by ALFRED TENNYSON DAY AND NIGHT SONGS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |