White-robed against the threefold white Of shutter, glass, and curtains' lace, She flashed into the evening light The brilliance of her gipsy face: I saw the evening in her light. Clear, from the soft hair to the mouth, Her ardent face made manifest The sultry beauty of the South: Below, a red rose, climbing, pressed Against the roses of her mouth. So, in the window's threefold white, O'ertrailed with foliage like a bower, She seemed, against the evening light, Among the flowers herself a flower, A tiger-lily sheathed in white. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT THE TWINS by HENRY SAMBROOKE LEIGH THE MOUNTAIN ECHO by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SUNSET IN THE DEVIL'S GLEN: COUNTY WICKLOW by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG |