Gertrude and Gulielma, sister-twins, Dwelt in the valley at the farmhouse old; Nor grief had touched their locks of dark and gold Nor dimmed the fragrant whiteness of their skins: Both beautiful, and one in height and mould; Yet one had loveliness which the spirit wins To other worlds: eyes, forehead, smile and all, More softly serious than the twilight's fall. The other--can I e'er forget the day When, stealing from a laughing group away, To muse with absent eye and motion slow, Her beauty fell upon me like a blow?-- Gertrude! with red flowerlip, and silk black hair! Yet Gulielma was by far more fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 9 by EZRA POUND LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |