ONE morning, when the world was grey and cold, And every face looked dull and full of care, There passed me, puffing clouds of silver breath, A lovely maiden, with a jaunty air. The red carnations flamed in both her cheeks, Her teeth all there and shown; while either eye Shone like a little pool on Christchurch Hill When it has stolen more than half the sky. And when I saw such beauty, young and fresh, So proud, although the day was grey and cold, "Who ever saw," I laughed, and stared amazed, "Such impudence before in this old world!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUESTION by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON UPON A SPIDER CATCHING A FLY by EDWARD TAYLOR IN PRAISE OF OLD AGE by ANAXANDRIDES REBECCA; WHO SLAMMED DOORS FOR FUN AND PERISHED MISERABLY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE CROSS TRIUMPHANT by HARRY HOWE BOGERT |