SHADOWS up the hillside creeping, Gold in western sky, Meadow-brook beneath us keeping Dreamy lullaby. Soft stars through the pine-trees gleaming -- Gems in dark robes caught -- Everything about us seeming With hidden meaning fraught. Sweet dark eyes, upon me turning, Challenge if I dare, Vie with amorous sunbeams burning O'er her face and hair. But a truce to idle musing -- That was long ago. Was she gracious or refusing? You may never know. Winter's snows those fields are hiding 'Neath a robe of white, For another she is biding Tryst of love to-night. I was only glancing over A book beloved of yore, When a sprig of mountain clover Fluttered to the floor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |