I have not played with Love as others have Or smoothed her tangled hair, or kissed her eyes As she went dancing through the woods of youth That fringe so closely on to Paradise. But I have caught the glimmer of her gown And, though I never touched her, yet I know Just how she looks, how red her fragrant mouth, How white her wrists, how soft her slim feet go. Though she is ever just beyond my reach, Just slipping softly up some woodland way, Still have I heard the ripple of her voice, The careless echo of her laugh at play. Yes, I have always missed her, yet perhaps I know her better than the ones who stayed And stilled her dancing feet and hushed her laugh And stopped to tame her in some forest glade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL THINGS ARE WHAT THEY SEEM by MARIANNE MOORE PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |