UP she rose, fair daughter -- well she was graced, As a cloud her going, stept from her chair, As a summer-soft cloud in her going paced, Down dropped her riband-band, and all her waving hair Shook like loosened music cadent to her waist; -- Lapsing like music, wavery as water, Slid to her waist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SICILIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE COLUMBUS AT THE CONVENT [JULY, 1491] by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE TRANCE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE POET: A RHAPSODY by MARK AKENSIDE |