SHE looked like a bird from a cloud On the clammy lawn, Moving alone, bare-browed In the dim of dawn. The candles alight in the room For my parting meal Made all things withoutdoors loom Strange, ghostly, unreal. The hour itself was a ghost, And it seemed to me then As of chances the chance furthermost I should see her again. I beheld not where all was so fleet That a Plan of the past Which had ruled us from birthtime to meet Was in working at last: No prelude did I there perceive To a drama at all, Or foreshadow what fortune might weave From beginnings so small; But I rose as if quicked by a spur I was bound to obey, And stepped through the casement to her Still alone in the gray. 'I am leaving you.... Farewell!' I said, As I followed her on By an alley bare boughs overspread; 'I soon must be gone!' Even then the scale might have been turned Against love by a feather, - But crimson one cheek of hers burned When we came in together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WRITTEN IN MARCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SHAKESPEARE by HENRY AMES BLOOD AD ASTRA PER ASPERA! by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CREOLE SLAVE SONG: THE SONG OF CAYETANO'S CIRCUS by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE |