I SAW her on the yellow rise Across the stony creek; O soft water! O brown stones! Is it of her you speak? Out ploughing on the flat I was -- Deep down the furrows went -- But all my voice and all my sight Were on the vision spent. The ribbon on the hat she wore Shook out on the blue air: But something pulled my gaze aback; A tree-stump fouled the share. When I fixed up the thing and turned To feast my eyes again, There was no lady going through The dandelion plain. Was she a bird from Heaven come? 'Tis not for man to say! She goes no more to the yellow rise Though I look every day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST ECSTASY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO BAYARD TAYLOR by SIDNEY LANIER THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |