CRISPLY the bright snow whispered, Crunching beneath our feet; Behind us as we walked along the parkway, Our shadows danced, Fantastic shapes in vivid blue. Across the lake the skaters Flew to and fro, With sharp turns weaving A frail invisible net. In ecstasy the earth Drank the silver sunlight; In ecstasy the skaters Drank the wine of speed; In ecstasy we laughed Drinking the wine of love. Had not the music of our joy Sounded its highest note? But no, For suddenly, with lifted eyes you said, "Oh look!" There, on the black bough of a snow flecked maple, Fearless and gay as our love, A bluejay cocked his crest! Oh who can tell the range of joy Or set the bounds of beauty? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUNSET FROM OMAHA HOTEL WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG |