THERE was a Nun within a white Fantastic town of Spain; Her hair was golden, like delight, Her eyes were dark, like pain. And once, without, amid the dew, Splendid and unafraid, One sang, the dead-gold twilight through, An angry serenade. "O Sweet, now are you dreaming of That Spring we kept of old, When you fled fast with falconer Love In virgin green and gold? Do you remember, Heart-alone, That carnival untold You flickered through like Passion's own, In scarlet and in gold? Do you remember, Penitent, (O crucified long-cold!) The great white night before the Lent, The night of white and gold?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW SQUIRE BOWLING GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 26. FIRST LOVE by THOMAS CAMPION DESERT FLOWERS by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD |