YOU looked as sad as an eclipsed moon Above the sheaves of harvest, and there lay A light lisp on your tongue, and very soon The petals of your deep blush fell away; White smiles that come with an uneasy grace From inner sorrow crossed your forehead fair, When the wind passing took your scattered hair And flung it like a brown shower in my face. Tear-fringed winds that fill the heart's low sighs And never break upon the bosom's pain, But blow unto the windows of the eyes Their misty promises of silver rain, Around your loud heart ever rose and fell. I thought 'twere better that the tears should come And strike your every feeling wholly numb, So thrust my hand in yours and shook farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 23 by THOMAS CAMPION ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS A PSALM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WHOM THE GODS LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |