ACROSS the thick and the pastel snow Two people go. . . . "And do you remember When last we wandered this shore?" . . . "Ah no! For it is cold-hearted December." "Dead, the leaves that like asses' ears hung on the trees When last we wandered and squandered joy here; Now Midas your husband will listen for these Whispers -- these tears for joy's bier." And as they walk, they seem tall pagodas; And all the ropes let down from the cloud Ring the hard cold bell-buds upon the trees -- codas Of overtones, ecstasies, grown for love's shroud. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LIBERTY FOR ALL by WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON SONNET: 20 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LET NO CHARITABLE HOPE by ELINOR WYLIE SABBATH HYMN by SOLOMON BEN MOSES HA-LEVI ALKABEZ EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES |