The darkness in the room is pregnant, seeming To fold about the boy who hides himself; And when his mother enters, as if dreaming, A glass is trembling on the quiet shelf. She feels that now her entrance is betrayed, And kisses her small boy: "Oh, you are there!" ... They glance at the piano where she played On many evenings the beloved air That strangely on the child its magic laid. He sits quite still. With wondering eyes he sees Her hand, weighed down beneath the ring, and slow, As if it walked against a gale through snow, Move on the snow-white keys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS THE STIRRUP-CUP by JOHN MILTON HAY DESCRIPTION OF SPRING by HENRY HOWARD THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN ANTIMENIDAS by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 31. AL-LATIF by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 27. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |