Across the sky the staring moon rides high, The white light shed upon the gleaming snow— The night is bitter as the chill wind's cry Soon lost amid the shivering brakes below. But that is all without—here safe with you Within the shelter of your circling arm What care have I that this sweet thing we do Might seem to others fraught with lurking harm? This stolen hour is worth the little price That's put upon it by restraining hands; Full well I know they shake the loaded dice And heat the irons for the searing brands— But though the world might flay, I still defy The scorning horde with a triumphant cry! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERED WOMEN by CARL SANDBURG SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 32 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IMMORTALITY by EMILY DICKINSON ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE UPON BEN JONSON [JOHNSON] by ROBERT HERRICK MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 9 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |