Across the flat and the pastel snow
Two people go…. 'And do you remember
When last we wandered this shore?'… 'Ah no!
For it is cold-hearted December.'
'Dead, the leaves that like asses's ears hung on the trees
When last we wandered and squandered joy here;
Now Midas your husband will listen for these
Whispers-these tears for joy's bier.'
And as they walk, they seem tall pagodas;
And all the ropes let down from the cloud
Ring the hard cold bell-buds upon the trees-codas
Of overtones, ecstasies, grown for love's shroud.
By The Lake
Dame Edith Sitwell
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Poem topics: I love you, cloud, husband, people, remember, snow, walk, shore, flat, listen, hard, december, joy, love, I miss you, cold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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