 | Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne |  |
SKATING.
I chased the maid with rapid feet,
Where ice and sunbeam quiver;
But still beyond me, shyly fleet,
She flashed far down the river.
Where ice and sunbeam quiver;
But still beyond me, shyly fleet,
She flashed far down the river.
Sometimes, blown backward in the chase,
With balmy, soft caresses,
I felt across my glowing face
The waft of perfumed tresses.
With balmy, soft caresses,
I felt across my glowing face
The waft of perfumed tresses.
Sometimes a glance she shot behind,
O'er graceful shoulders turning
A cheek whose tints the eager wind
Had set like sunrise burning.
O'er graceful shoulders turning
A cheek whose tints the eager wind
Had set like sunrise burning.
Then, in a sudden onward glide,
She rushed with even motion,
As a long wave the restless tide
Drives shoreward fast from ocean;
She rushed with even motion,
As a long wave the restless tide
Drives shoreward fast from ocean;
And swift as some winged creature sped
Far down the crystal river,
Until the shining form that fled
I dreamed might fly forever.
Far down the crystal river,
Until the shining form that fled
I dreamed might fly forever.
| Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | |