Again - his voice is at the door - I feel the old Degree - I hear him ask the servant For such an one - as me - I take a flower - as I go - My face to justify - He never saw me - in this life - I might surprise his eye! I cross the Hall with mingled steps - I - silent - pass the door - I look on all this world contains - Just his face - nothing more! We talk in careless - and in toss - A kind of plummet strain - Each - sounding - shyly - Just - how - deep - The other's one - had been - We walk - I leave my Dog - at home - A tender - thoughtful Moon - Goes with us - just a little way - And - then - we are alone - Alone - if Angels are "alone" - First time they try the sky! Alone - if those "veiled faces" - be - We cannot count - On High! I'd give - to live that hour - again - The purple - in my Vein - But He must count the drops - himself - My price for every stain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND by HENRY FIELDING THE PHANTOM SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BROKEN FIELD by SARA TEASDALE AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS ECSTACY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |