In the warm wax-light one lounged at the spinet, And high in the window came peeping the moon; At his side was a bowl of blue china, and in it Were large blush-roses, and cream and maroon. They crowded, and strain'd, and swoon'd to the music, And some to the gilt board languor'd and lay; They open'd and breathed, and trembled with pleasure, And all the sweet while they were fading away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE |