A maiden glides in still of night Transfigured in a gown of white. Her gown is blowing in the breeze It catches on the brush and trees. The frills and ruffles brush the ground. They whirl, and swing, and dance around. As morning comes she scurries on -- Her dance is through at birth of dawn; And as she quickly fades away, A sight of beauty greets the day, For when she found that she must go, She left her lovely gown of snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CHAMBER THICKET by SHARON OLDS SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |