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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A GAME OF CHESS, by ROBERT PORTER ST. JOHN
First Line: We played at chess one wintry night
Last Line: We played at chess.
Subject(s): Chess
First Line: We played at chess one wintry night
Last Line: We played at chess.
Subject(s): Chess
WE played at chess one wintry night
Beside the fire, that warm and bright
Was mirrored in her hazel eyes;
Methought a gleam from Paradise
Outshone the back-log's flickering light.
The hand that took my queen was white,
I trembled at its gentle might;
Nor sweeter game could Love devise --
We played at chess.
I scarce could see to play aright,
I took a pawn and lost a knight,
And then she gazed with mild surprise --
She said I was not shrewd nor wise;
And yet, to me, with strange delight
We played at chess.
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