My Lady, muffled deep in furs, Rides gayly by me, quite unknowing That cheeks with blooms as bright as hers Are fairer than the fairest showing Of scarlet blossoms in bouquets Of garden plots in summer days; That in this clear and frosty weather Her smiles call June's best tints together. My Lady, in her brown and ermine, And bear-skin robe, tucked well around her, Seems sweeter than I dare determine By an analysis profounder Than gazing in her brilliant eyes For briefest space, like one who tries In instant glancing at the sun To learn its secrets, one by one. My Lady goes with bells a-jangle, A "tiger" and a coachman stately. The runners rasp; her tresses tangle— A boa clings to her sedately. Oh, I know one who fain would run Beside her sleigh till day is done! He walks instead—a mere beholder— And feels the day is growing colder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL |