And he a drawing, done in chalk!
1908.
The Poplars
I
Oh fluttering hand, so white and warm and shy,
Oh eyes that have imprisoned a stray beam
Stol’n from the moon! Oh tremulous heart’s cry,
From lips new parted in some childish dream!
And he a drawing, done in chalk!
1908.
I
Oh fluttering hand, so white and warm and shy,
Oh eyes that have imprisoned a stray beam
Stol’n from the moon! Oh tremulous heart’s cry,
From lips new parted in some childish dream!