She sat, like all the rest of us, at tea. It seemed at first as if she raised her cup Not quite as all the others held theirs up. She smiled: her smile was pitiful to see. And when we rose at last with talk and laughter, And through the many rooms with idle pace, As chance would have it, strolled from place to place -- Then I saw her. She slowly followed after, Bestrained, like one who must be calm and cool Because she soon will sing before a crowd; Upon her happy eyes, without a cloud, The light fell from outside, as on a pool. She followed slowly, hesitating, shy, As if some height or bridge must still be passed, And yet--as if, when that was done, at last She would no longer walk her way, but fly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |