The moon, a flower of gold upon Night's breast made bright a country lane, once long ago, when, in the thralldom of young love's unrest, I strolled with my adored one. Sudden a slow enchantment claimed us as a fragrance blew, poignant and bitter-sweet from elderbloom that fringed the roadside drenched in summer dew.... silent we paused, enslaved by its perfume. Strange magic fell upon us two, that night -- (where are you, love, since cycled years have gone?) even our breaths were stilled, almost in fright, for one brief mystic moment we were one high heartbeat: for one instant our young eyes gazed, with the look of gods, on Paradise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE WORDLY WISE (10) by MOTHER GOOSE CARLYLE AND EMERSON by MONTGOMERY SCHUYLER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 83 by PHILIP SIDNEY INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |