WE went a day's excursion to the stream, Basked by the bank, and bent to the ripple-gleam, And I did not know That life would show, However it might flower, no finer glow. I walked in the Sunday sunshine by the road That wound towards the wicket of your abode, And I did not think That life would shrink To nothing ere it shed a rosier pink. Unlooked for I arrived on a rainy night, And you hailed me at the door by the swaying light And I full forgot That life might not Again be touching that ecstatic height. And that calm eve when you walked up the stair, After a gaiety prolonged and rare, No thought soever That you might never Walk down again, struck me as I stood there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN SESTINA: ALTAFORTE by EZRA POUND BEFORE PARTING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FATA MORGANA by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 69. AL-MAKUTADIR by EDWIN ARNOLD TO JOANNA, ON SENDING ME THE LEAF OF A FLOWER ... WORDSWORTH'S GARDEN by BERNARD BARTON THE RECOLLECTION OF THE PEOPLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |