Gertrude and Gulielma, sister-twins, Dwelt in the valley at the farmhouse old; Nor grief had touched their locks of dark and gold Nor dimmed the fragrant whiteness of their skins: Both beautiful, and one in height and mould; Yet one had loveliness which the spirit wins To other worlds: eyes, forehead, smile and all, More softly serious than the twilight's fall. The other--can I e'er forget the day When, stealing from a laughing group away, To muse with absent eye and motion slow, Her beauty fell upon me like a blow?-- Gertrude! with red flowerlip, and silk black hair! Yet Gulielma was by far more fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NETHERLANDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SETH COMPTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MACGREGOR'S GATHERING by WALTER SCOTT FIDELIA: 4. THE AUTHOR'S RESOLUTION IN A SONNET by GEORGE WITHER |