WHEN first we met the nether world was white And on the steel-blue ice before her bower I skated in the sunrise for an hour, Till all the grey horizon, gulphed in light, Was red against the bare boughs black as night; Then suddenly her sweet face like a flower, Enclosed in sables from the frost's dim power, Shone at her casement, and flushed burning bright When first we met! My skating being done, I loitered home, And sought that day to lose her face again; But Love was weaving in his golden loom My story up with hers, and all in vain I strove to lose the threads he spun amain, When first we met. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 77. SOUL'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE APRIL by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |