It seems so long since she and I, Among the throng of passers-by, Stood reading in each other's eyes The secret of love's mysteries. The summer sunlight kissed her lips And filtered through her finger tips As, one by one, they brushed away The curls upon her brow that day. Her fair hair mocked the summer shine, Her cheeks were red as scarlet wine, Her eyes were blue as skies of spring, When all the wilds are blossoming. And yet, withal, she was so fair, I loved and left her hanging there; Because, alas! this charming dame Was but a picture in a frame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UPON A DYING LADY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |