WITH pleasant rhythm breaking at her heels My lady now descends the ample stair: I cannot see her, but the dark reveals A lily of pure beauty in her hair. So white that lily is which she doth wear That I, who look upon it from afar, See it descend the midnight-haunted air As lovely as a slowly falling star. Mine, mine is she no longer; from that day Until the gloomy shadows of this hour I have not felt her arms, her lips, her eyes. And, lonely now, I walk the woodland's way, Over the frosty tombs of fern and flower, Knowing that star will no more light my skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MR. HOUSMAN'S MESSAGE by EZRA POUND JEWISH LULLABY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LITTLE MILLINER by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |