THE sky is cold as pearl Over a milk-white land. The snow seems older than Time, Though it fell through a dreaming, and Will vanish itself as a dream At the dimmest touch of a hand. Out of a timeless world Shadows fall upon Time, From a beauty older than earth A ladder the soul may climb. I climb by the phantom stair To a whiteness older than Time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO SAYINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE GIRL OF CADIZ by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OUR CHRIST by HARRY WEBB FARRINGTON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 90 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST |