She dressed in white that morning and she passed So slow, so aimless (@3was@1 she without aim, Without some purpose that she dared not name?) From room to room; and now and then she cast Such piteous love upon me here and there. I rang my Colleague on the phone to say "Write on the board, 'my class won't meet to-day'"; And strove to still my terror and despair That I might conquer hers. -- All, all was vain, And turned to dead-sea apples, ashes all, Or rather into quick-lime in her brain, -- All that I did or said. She heard my call Upon the phone. . . 'My work was more than she,' She thought (and brooded still . . . to set me free). | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MOUNTAIN TOMB: 1. TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN THE GOLDEN AGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE MAUSOLEUM by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON A VALENTINE by WARREN K. BILLINGS RIDDLE OF GOD by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS A LARGE EVENING AT THE CLUB (AS IT WAS ONCE) by BERTON BRALEY |