She watched the blaze, And so I said the thing I'd come to say, Pondered for days. Her lips moved slow, And the wide eye she flashed on me Was sudden as a blow. She turned again, Her hands clasped her knees, and did not speak -- She did not deign. And I, poor gnome! A chided cur crawls to a hole to hide! ...I toddled home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE HAND OF LINCOLN by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN O MAGNET-SOUTH by WALT WHITMAN EPITAPH by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |