IT pleased her to step in front and sit Where the cragged slope was green, While I stood back that I might pencil it With her amid the scene; Till it gloomed and rained; But I kept on, despite the drifting wet That fell and stained My draught, leaving for curious quizzings yet The blots engrained. And thus I drew her there alone, Seated amid the gauze Of moisture, hooded, only her outline shown, With rainfall marked across. - Soon passed our stay; Yet her rainy form is the Genius still of the spot, Immutable, yea, Though the place now knows her no more, and has known her not Ever since that day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS [MAY 9, 1775] by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT GHOST STARS by MADELEINE AARON THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG(5 by THOMAS CAMPION MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: FLORA SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. A LONG JOURNEY by EDWARD CARPENTER |