I DREW the letter out, while gleamed The sloping sun from under a roof Of cloud whose verge rose visibly. The burning ball fung rays that seemed Stretched like a warp without a woof Across the levels of the lea To where I stood, and where they beamed As brightly on the page of proof That she had shown her false to me As if it had shown her true - had teemed With passionate thought for my behoof Expressed with their own ardency! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLACE OF PEACE by EDWIN MARKHAM TWO WITCHES: 1. THE WITCH OF COOS by ROBERT FROST THE STRANGER'S ALMS by HENRY ABBEY SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 1. AT THE THEATRE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONG OF THE SEA ROVER by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |