ON beds of snow the moonbeam slept, And chilly was the midnight gloom, When by the damp grave Ellen wept -- Sweet maid! it was her Lindor's tomb! A warm tear gush'd, the wintry air Congeal'd it as it flow'd away: All night it lay an ice-drop there, At morn it glitter'd in the ray! An angel, wandering from her sphere, Who saw this bright, this frozen gem To dew-eyed Pity brought the tear, And hung it on her diadem! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE WILDERNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN METABOAH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE INTERCEPTED SALUTE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |