WHERE SHE IS NOW
by: W.H. Davies
- HERE she
is now, I cannot say--
- The world has many a place of light:
- Perhaps the sun's eyelashes dance
- On hers, to give them both delight;
- Or does she sit in some green shade,
- And then the air, that lies above,
- Can with a hundred pale blue eyes
- Look through the leaves and find my Love?
- Perhaps she dreams of life with me,
- Her cheek upon her finger-tips:
- O that I could leap forward now,
- Behind her back, and with my lips
- Break through those curls above her nape,
- That hover close and lightly there--
- To prove if they are substance, or
- But shadows of her lovely hair.
'Where She is Now' is reprinted
from An Anthology of Modern Verse. Ed. A. Methuen. London:
Methuen & Co., 1921.