I HAVE seen her in gowns the brightest, Of azure, green, and red, And in the simplest, whitest, Muslined from heel to head; I have watched her walking, riding, Shade-flecked by a leafy tree, Or in fixed thought abiding By the foam-fingered sea. In woodlands I have known her, When boughs were mourning loud, In the rain-reek she has shown her Wild-haired and watery-browed. And once or twice she has cast me As she pomped along the street Court-clad, ere quite she had passed me, A glance from her chariot-seat. But in my memoried passion For evermore stands she In the gown of fading fashion She wore that night when we, Doomed long to part, assembled In the snug small room; yea, when She sang with lips that trembled, "Shall I see his face again?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG |