WE sat in the lamplight's gentle glow, Alone on the winding stair, And the distant strains of a waltz fell low On the fragrance-laden air. I caught from her lips a murmured "yes," And the stately palms amid There came a blissful, sweet caress -- I shouldn't have -- but I did! I might forget that joyous night, As the months slip swiftly by; I might forget the gentle light That shone in her hazel eye; But I can't forget that whispered "yes" That came the palms amid, I can't forget that one caress -- I shouldn't have -- but I did! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR VOICES OF THE AIR by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |