IT pleased her to step in front and sit Where the cragged slope was green, While I stood back that I might pencil it With her amid the scene; Till it gloomed and rained; But I kept on, despite the drifting wet That fell and stained My draught, leaving for curious quizzings yet The blots engrained. And thus I drew her there alone, Seated amid the gauze Of moisture, hooded, only her outline shown, With rainfall marked across. - Soon passed our stay; Yet her rainy form is the Genius still of the spot, Immutable, yea, Though the place now knows her no more, and has known her not Ever since that day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY THE CROCODILE, FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON HAUNTED HOUSES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AFTER THE PLEASURE PARTY by HERMAN MELVILLE PHILLIS'S AGE by MATTHEW PRIOR |