Oh, when thro' all the crowd she came, My child, my darling, glad and fair, How seemed she like a flying flame That parts at eve the dusk of air! How leapt my heart, regarding there Her ways in coming, softly fleet, Her starry aspect, shining hair. The light grace of her eager feet! But when from those hlue deeps divine The tender glory quivering shone. And her eyes' ardour met in mine The love she loved to look upon; ''" Then rainy mist or crowded floor Became as heaven for her and me, The London whirlwind, London roar, As sighing of an enchanted sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S JUSTIFICATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY AN IRISH FANTASY by JOHN FRANKLIN BLUNT ULTIMATION by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE THE CHOPPER'S CHILD; A STORY FOR THANKSGIVING DAY by ALICE CARY SONG AND CRY OF A SOLDIER IN THE LINES by ALBERT EDWARD CLEMENTS |