YOU and I, and that night, with its perfume and glory! -- The scent of the locusts -- the light of the moon; And the violin weaving the waltzers a story, Enmeshing their feet in the weft of the tune, Till their shadows uncertain Reeled round on the curtain, While under the trellis we drank in the June. Soaked through with the midnight the cedars were sleeping, Their shadowy tresses outlined in the bright Crystal, moon-smitten mists, where the fountain's heart, leaping Forever, forever burst, full with delight; And its lisp on my spirit Fell faint as that near it Whose love like a lily bloomed out in the night. O your glove was an odorous sachet of blisses! The breath of your fan was a breeze from Cathay! And the rose at your throat was a nest of spilled kisses! -- And the music! -- in fancy I hear it to-day, As I sit here, confessing Our secret, and blessing My rival who found us, and waltzed you away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER [SEPTEMBER 1, 1862] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD AMORETTI: 37 by EDMUND SPENSER THE KINGS OF THE EAST by KATHARINE LEE BATES TO THE CHILDREN by PHOEBE CARY AFTER THE HURRICANE by HENRY DUNCAN CHISHOLM SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 3 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |