And then she saw me creeping! Saw and stood Transfixed upon the fringes of the wood, And straight went, leaping! Headlong, down the pitch Of the curved hill! Over the ditch, And through the skirt of bushes by the rill She pelted screaming! Swerved from the water, sideways, with a twist, Just as I clutched -- And missed' Flashed white beneath my hand, and doubled back, Swift as a twisting hare upon her track, Hot for the hill again! But all in vain! Her hair swung far behind! Straight as a stream balanced upon the wind! Oh, it was black! Dipped In the dregs of midnight, with a spark Caught from a star, that smouldered in the dark! It I gripped! Drew for a moment tight! Jerked, with a victor's cry, Down in the grasses high Her to the hot brown earth and threatened -- daft -- And then! ...She laughed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MITHRIDATES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE FIRST PROCLAMATION OF MILES STANDISH [NOVEMBER 23, 1620] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 9: GREAT WESTERN DAYS by T. BAKER THE DESCENT OF TIMOTHY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |