THE snow dies, that was cold as coral, Or a fairy-story's moral, And birds put forth their song's soft flowers In the thickets and the bowers. Salome walks the lands . . . the quaint Flowers crisp as snow, and youthful, feint To watch from Heaven's palaces, With footsteps soft as calices The angels come as pages, show Salome how to touch the low Lute-notes and dance the sarabande, Leading the Princess by the hand, Until Salome's nurse appears, Harsh as the snow; with shivering fears The angels go again, discern Their's is no dance that she must learn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE; A STUDY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BROODING GRIEF by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY A SONG OF LIFE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA PETITION OF A SCHOOLBOY TO HIS FATHER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |