THROUGH snowy woods and shady We went to play a tune To the lonely manor-lady By the light of the Christmas moon. We violed till, upward glancing To where a mirror leaned, It showed her airily dancing, Deeming her movements screened; Dancing alone in the room there, Thin-draped in her robe of night; Her postures, glassed in the gloom there, Were a strange phantasmal sight. She had learnt (we heard when homing) That her roving spouse was dead: Why she had danced in the gloaming We thought, but never said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW TO GET ON IN SOCIETY by JOHN BETJEMAN AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE by JOHN MILTON HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 13. ENVOI, 1919 by EZRA POUND VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1877 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE KISS TO THE FLAG by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 38 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LINES; TO ONE WHO WISHED TO READ A POEM I HAD WRITTEN by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |