THROUGH snowy woods and shady We went to play a tune To the lonely manor-lady By the light of the Christmas moon. We violed till, upward glancing To where a mirror leaned, It showed her airily dancing, Deeming her movements screened; Dancing alone in the room there, Thin-draped in her robe of night; Her postures, glassed in the gloom there, Were a strange phantasmal sight. She had learnt (we heard when homing) That her roving spouse was dead: Why she had danced in the gloaming We thought, but never said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO LORD BYRON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ARBUTUS DAYS by JOHN BURROUGHS OF ONE AFFLICTED WITH DEAFNESS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10 by THOMAS CAMPION LOVE'S CALENDAR: AUGUST by MAX DAUTHENDEY ON EAGLES' WINGS (A VERSE FOR A PILOT) by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY |