FADING slow, And furred, is the snow As the almond's sweet husk, And smelling like musk. The snow amygdaline Under the eglantine Where bristling stars shine Like a gilt porcupine -- The snow confesses The little Princesses On their small chioppines Dance under the orpines. See the casuistries Of their slant flutt'ring eyes -- Gilt as the zodiac (Dancing herodiac). Only the snow slides Like gilded myrrh From the rose-branches -- hides Rose-roots that stir! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN TO PFRIMMER (LINES ON READING 'DRIFTWOOD') by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 6. TO WILLIAM HALL, ESQ., WITH THE WORKS OF CHAULIEU by MARK AKENSIDE |