HER face is thoughtful, like the twilight sky, And in the dimming glory of her hair Are scattered ashes, where the flame of care Has burned a little while and fluttered by. Gray eyes she has, wrought out of sympathy, Pale eyelids, misty as with unshed tears, A subtle mouth all tremulous with years That could not mar the soul's serenity. Such loveliness another might have lost, Or failed to find on sorrow's lonely way, Hers is the beauty of the waning day, Or shimmering birch leaves lately touched by frost, Her presence, like deep water murmuring, In windless woods, where soon no birds will sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PETRIFIED FERN by MARY LYDIA BOLLES BRANCH GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD IMPRESSION DU MATIN by OSCAR WILDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 67. AS-SAMAD by EDWIN ARNOLD THE VIVANDIERE ('70) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 3 by WILLIAM BLAKE |