Her feet, skimming over the frozen moonlight, Make shadowed sounds Mirrored in the silence; Her hair enshrines the face Where two blue candles burn In clear-flamed vigil over thoughts of love; Her cheeks are crystal, filled with wine That warms the cold-lipped wind to thirst -- Whiter, lighter than the snowflakes, Daphne walks with frail delight Upon the moon-encrusted snow. Dam back the flood of melody with stars: Let white notes drop with feathered ease Into the darker music of her hair -- The wind in soft-tongued omen spins A promise from the unstruck harp That quivers with expectant life When Daphne walks with frail delight Upon the moon-encrusted snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW DEDICATION FOR A PLOT OF GROUND by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BLACK RIDERS: 56 by STEPHEN CRANE MY LOVE COULD WALK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE INCHCAPE ROCK by ROBERT SOUTHEY |