"A LITTLE, passionately, not at all?" She casts the snowy petals on the air: And what care we how many petals fall! Nay, wherefore seek the seasons to forestall? It is but playing, and she will not care, A little, passionately, not at all! She would not answer us if we should call Across the years: her visions are too fair; And what care we how many petals fall! She knows us not, nor recks if she enthrall With voice and eyes and fashion of her hair, A little, passionately, not at all! Knee-deep she goes in meadow grasses tall, Kissed by the daisies that her fingers tear: And what care we how many petals fall! We pass and go: but she shall not recall What men we were, nor all she made us bear: "A little, passionately, not at all!" And what care we how many petals fall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMANZOR & ALMAHIDE, OR THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA: PART 2. EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN TORTOISE SHELL by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO THE NIGHTINGALE WHICH THE AUTHOR HEARD ON NEW YEAR'S DAY by WILLIAM COWPER HOME by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MONMOUTH SANDS by HENRY NEHEMIAH DODGE |