I have touched hands with peace and loveliness, When the first breath of May crept through the trees; Watched lovely flowers tremble in the breeze -- I cannot say I have been comfortless. Often the nights have whispered words to me; With wonder I have watched a new day break, Shaking its veils across a windy lake -- The wind that stirred them, brought me ecstasy. My heart can know no pain while beauty weaves Quaint patterns in the corridors of thought, Patterns of curving cloud and waving leaves; All the indifference that time has wrought Will softly pass, when I behold afar -- The lovely beauty of an evening star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR VILLANELLE OF CHANGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |