WE watched the selfsame scene on that long drive, Saw the magnificent purples, as one eye, Of those near mountains; saw the storm arrive; Laid up the sight in memory, you and I, As if for joint recallings by and by. But our eye-records, like in hue and line, Had superimposed on them, that very day, Gravings on your side deep, but slight on mine! -- Tending to sever us thenceforth alway; Mine commonplace; yours tragic, gruesome, gray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 2 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MINNIE AND WINNIE by ALFRED TENNYSON OH, MOTHER DEAR! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE PEACE: TO HEAVEN ON A BEETLE by ARISTOPHANES THE OLD GARDEN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN INSCRIPTION ON FERGUSSON'S TOMBSTONE by ROBERT BURNS |