Lines
Lines:24Movement:Romanticism
The cold earth slept below,Above the cold sky shone;And all around, with a chilling sound,From caves of ice and fields of snow,The breath of night like death did flowBeneath the sinking moon. The wintry hedge was black,The green grass was not seen,The birds did rest on the bare thorn's breast,Whose roots, beside the pathway track,Had bound their folds o'er many a crackWhich the frost had made between. Thine eyes glowed in the glareOf the moon's dying light;As a fen-fire's beam on a sluggish streamGleams dimly, so the moon shone there,And it yellowed the strings of thy raven hair,That shook in the wind of night. The moon made thy lips pale, beloved--The wind made thy bosom chill--The night did shed on thy dear headIts frozen dew, and thou didst lieWhere the bitter breath of the naked skyMight visit thee at will.