WE sat on the stair In the brilliant ball's glare While music rang sweet To the dancers' deft feet; Then I whispered a word, By nobody heard Save by her on the stair In the brilliant ball's glare. Then she rose in reply, -- Half angered, half shy, -- Quick gathered her train In white hands again, And bade me come dance Her joy to enhance; Her reply, spoken low, Was the tiny word, "No." We sat on the stair With nobody there, -- The dancers all fled, The music sunk dead; And her answer just then Was not spoken for men, But, truth to confess, It sounded like -- "Yes!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS AFAR IN THE DESERT by THOMAS PRINGLE LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON REVEL by ABUL HASAN OF SANTA MARIA ON A LETTER: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND THE BLUNDER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE MAID by KATHERINE MARIE CORNELIA BREGY BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 3. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |