WE stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod, -- They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove Over tedious riddles solved years ago; And some words played between us to and fro -- On which lost the more by our love. The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing Alive enough to have strength to die; And a grin of bitterness swept thereby Like an ominous bird a-wing.... Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree, And a pond edged with grayish leaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LORD OF BURLEIGH by ALFRED TENNYSON AT LORD'S [CRICKET GROUND] by FRANCIS THOMPSON TO THE KING OF THULE by HENRI ALLORGE SILENUS IN PROTEUS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A CITY PIPER by MORRIS ABEL BEER |