Your slender throat Is smoother than the ivory crucifix you wear, Is whiter than the moonflower in your midnight hair. Your throat is molded snow, Perfect . . . pale. Tomorrow I shall hide you from the sun. Tomorrow I shall watch the swallows come and go In sudden slantings through the vale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON |