The moon and I a-tiptoe peer within: Slim shadows, recross the earthen floor: What if @3la señorita@1 as of yore Dances tonight to muted violin? Red rose, I climb with you to @3balcon@1 high! My gran'-dam wore red roses in her braids And leaned, just here, to twilight serenades. Was that the ghost of some fond lover's sigh? White is the moonlight on @3adobe@1 wall That soon is dust—gone with the company That danced and loved and passed but yesterday. And I am here to see the last rose fall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH DEATH (1) by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE VOICE OF THE BANJO by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ROBIN'S COME by WILLIAM WARREN CALDWELL OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 20. ELEGIAC VRSE: THE THIRD EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |