ONE morning, when the world was grey and cold, And every face looked dull and full of care, There passed me, puffing clouds of silver breath, A lovely maiden, with a jaunty air. The red carnations flamed in both her cheeks, Her teeth all there and shown; while either eye Shone like a little pool on Christchurch Hill When it has stolen more than half the sky. And when I saw such beauty, young and fresh, So proud, although the day was grey and cold, "Who ever saw," I laughed, and stared amazed, "Such impudence before in this old world!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ONE PERSON: 16 by ELINOR WYLIE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 27. AS-SAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD |