WE were seated after dancing On the stairs. He, before I could forbid it, Stole a rose ere yet I missed it, And as fervently he kissed it Swiftly in his pocket hid it, Unawares. We were resting after dancing On the stairs. I had said that he should rue it, And a lecture I intended, Which I think he apprehended; Yet he kissed me e'er I knew it, Unawares. We were silent after dancing On the stairs. I had stormed with angry feeling, But he spoke love, never heeding; And my eyes fell 'neath his pleading, All my depth of love revealing Unawares. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE CITY VIGNETTE: DAWN by SARA TEASDALE NO COMING TO GOD WITHOUT CHRIST by ROBERT HERRICK THE LOTOS-EATERS by ALFRED TENNYSON EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE LAY OF THE LOVER'S FRIEND by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN LILIES: 20. 'SOME DAY I WILL TELL YOU' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |