I heard Beauty in the woods, Sing two notes and then a trill; But she hid among the trees When I looked with heart athrill— You say, it was a wild bird's song? . . . . . . . . . . . . . Well—perhaps! Beauty beckoned with a smile, Bowed and swayed in ecstasy, Flaming-yellow up a hill In a soundless symphony— You say, it was the daffodils? . . . . . . . . . . . . . Well—perhaps! Beauty caught me in her arms, Kissed my cheeks, and brushed my hair, Though I felt her presence near— Could not find her anywhere— You say, it was the morning breeze? . . . . . . . . . . . . . Well—perhaps! I have often wondered why Beauty bade me drop my load, Take my staff and follow her Down a little winding road— You say, it is my Gypsy blood? . . . . . . . . . . . . . Well—perhaps! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA |