Her hair was crocus yellow, Her eyes were crocus blue, Her body was the only gate Of paradise I knew. Her hands were velvet raptures, Her mouth a velvet bliss; Not Lilith in the garden had So wonderful a kiss. To know her was to banish Reason for once and all. Her voice was like a silver door Set in a scarlet wall. For when she said, "I love you," It was as when the tide Yearns for the naked moonlight, An unreluctant bride. And when she said, "Ah, leave me," It was as when the sea Sighs at the ebb, or a spent wind Dies in the aspen tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS QUIET WORK; SONNET by MATTHEW ARNOLD MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER THE TWO WIVES by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |