I With caws and chirrupings, the woods In this thin sun rejoice, The Psalm seems but the little kirk That sings with its own voice. The cloud-rifts share their amber light With the surface of the mere -- I think the very stones are glad To feel each other near. Once more my whole heart leaps and swells And gushes o'er with glee: The fingers of the sun and shade Touch music stops in me. II Now fancy paints that bygone day When you were here, my fair -- The whole lake rang with rapid skates In the windless, winter air. You leaned to me, I leaned to you, Our course was smooth as flight -- We steered -- a heel-touch to the left, A heel-touch to the right. We swung our way through flying men, Your hand lay fast in mine, We saw the shifting crowd dispart, The level ice-reach shine. I swear by yon swan-travelled lake, By yon calm hill above, I swear had we been drowned that day We had been drowned in love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL THAT'S PAST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY WRITTEN ON THE LEAVES OF A FAN by FRANCIS ATTERBURY SILENUS IN PROTEUS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |