THROUGH snowy woods and shady We went to play a tune To the lonely manor-lady By the light of the Christmas moon. We violed till, upward glancing To where a mirror leaned, It showed her airily dancing, Deeming her movements screened; Dancing alone in the room there, Thin-draped in her robe of night; Her postures, glassed in the gloom there, Were a strange phantasmal sight. She had learnt (we heard when homing) That her roving spouse was dead: Why she had danced in the gloaming We thought, but never said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |