Ten years ago it seemed impossible That she should ever grow as calm as this, With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well. Slow-speaking when she has some fact to tell, Silent with long-unbroken silences, Centred in self yet not unpleased to please, Gravely monotonous like a passing bell. Mindful of drudging daily common things, Patient at pastime, patient at her work, Wearied perhaps but strenuous certainly. Sometimes I fancy we may one day see Her head shoot forth seven stars from where they lurk And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FOUNTAIN by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 1. THE MARVELLOUS SEED OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE CASTLE RUINS by WILLIAM BARNES |