@2W@1HEN first I found thee, Ruth, I thought: "How rare!" As one with quiet pleasure may behold A wildwood flower her fairy leaves unfold Because a herald zephyr lingered there. After a new adventure: "She had an air Of mirth and mischief;" then—"With how controlled And clear a vision she views the stars untold!" Last, on a sudden: "God, how she is fair!" When was the mystery that made thee mine? What moment married us,—the first surprise? The summing of thy linkéd lovelinesses? Or the pang of passionate hope, desire divine? ... Ah none! We looked each other in the eyes, Remembering a Chaos of caresses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A TRIBUTE OF GRASSES by HAMLIN GARLAND A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE MONITOR'S FIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE HALCYON BIRDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET LOVE MAKES THE BEST POETS; AN IDYLLIUM by BION |