Love
We meet. I cannot look up; I hear
From Underneath the Bough (1898)
Love
We meet. I cannot look up; I hear
He hopes that the rainy fog will clear:
With a flushing cheek, I hope it may,
And at last I seek his eyes.
Oh, to greet such skies —
The delicate, violet, thunder gray,
Behind, a spirit at mortal play!
Who cares that the fog should roll away?
✦ ✦ ✦
Codex Note
The Fifth Book of Songs
Cite this poem
MLA
Field, Michael. “We meet. I cannot look up; I hear.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/118/.
Chicago
Field, Michael. “We meet. I cannot look up; I hear.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/118/.
Read this poem with the Codex →