Fair evening longed for birth, the firmament was pure. Life and the light of day were softly-tinted blue, the distant trees were blue and in the heavens remote, wandered a little moon, white as a dreaming soul. It is by such a light that I have seen thee thrice -- O Fay -- before I lived, in life, and in a dream, in holy Paradise, at five, and at thirteen. It is by such a light in the bed-room of vacations the slumbering children dream of sheep with white and curly wool. It is by such a light that young girls play the piano beside great, open windows, dreaming of the young girls of yesterday. It is by such a light that the eglantine's athrill . . . dream of rambler-roses twining ancient walls and the hens of the cock of the church, grey heads beneath their wings. It is by such a light that little rabbits close their rounded eyes, thinking of small, pink carrots. It is by lights like these, it is by such a light, that all that is sweet takes place in the thoughts of children, of animals and of flowers. It is by such a light that I have seen thee thrice -- O Fay -- before I lived, in life, and in a dream, in holy Paradise, at five, and at thirteen. Fair evening longed for birth. The firmament was pure. Life and the light of day were softly-tinted blue, the distant trees were blue and very high in heaven wandered a fine, clear moon, white as a dreaming soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEST [THING IN THE WORLD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS TWO VOYAGERS by EMILY DICKINSON IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) THE LIVING GOD by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA THE COLLEGE, 1917 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG TO MR. BOWRING ON HIS POETICAL TRANSLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |