Do you remember how the twilight stood And leaned above the river just to see If still the crocus buds were in her hood And if her robes were gold or shadowy? Do you remember how the twilight stood When we were lovers and the world our wood? And then, one night, when we could find no word But silence trembled like a heart -- like mine! -- And suddenly that moon-enraptured bird Awoke and all the darkness turned to wine? How long ago that was! And how absurd For us to own a wood that owned a bird! They tell me there are magic gardens still, And birds that sleep to wake and dream to sing, And streams that pause for crocus skies to fill; But they that told were lovers and 'twas spring. Yet why the moon to-night's a daffodil When it is March -- Do you remember still? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO-NIGHT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON AUTUMNAL SONNET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TO HIMSELF; AN ODE by ANACREON H. SACRAMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SHADOWS OF CRIME by LEVI BISHOP PROLOGUE FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY by ROBERT BURNS |