The moon, a flower of gold upon Night's breast made bright a country lane, once long ago, when, in the thralldom of young love's unrest, I strolled with my adored one. Sudden a slow enchantment claimed us as a fragrance blew, poignant and bitter-sweet from elderbloom that fringed the roadside drenched in summer dew.... silent we paused, enslaved by its perfume. Strange magic fell upon us two, that night -- (where are you, love, since cycled years have gone?) even our breaths were stilled, almost in fright, for one brief mystic moment we were one high heartbeat: for one instant our young eyes gazed, with the look of gods, on Paradise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 13 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE RUINES OF TIME by EDMUND SPENSER THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS MY BALD HEAD by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |