Where she is now, I cannot say -- The world has many a place of light; Perhaps the sun's eyelashes dance On hers, to give them both delight. Or does she sit in some green shade, And then the air that lies above Can with a hundred pale blue eyes Look through the leaves and find my love. Perhaps she dreams of life with me, Her cheek upon her finger-tips; O that I could leap forward now, Behind her back and, with my lips, Break through those curls above her nape, That hover close and lightly there; To prove if they are substance, or But shadows of her lovely hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST SWEET STAY-AT-HOME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO PFRIMMER (LINES ON READING 'DRIFTWOOD') by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER THE BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK AUSPEX by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |