A Frosty Night

Poem By Robert Graves

Mother: Alice, dear, what ails you,
Dazed and white and shaken?
Has the chill night numbed you?
Is it fright you have taken?

Alice: Mother I am very well,
I felt never better;
Mother, do not hold me so,
Let me write my letter.

Mother: Sweet, my dear, what ails you?

Alice: No, but I am well.
The night was cold and frosty,
There's no more to tell.


Mother: Ay, the night was frosty,
Coldly gaped the moon,
Yet the birds seemed twittering
Through green boughs of June.

Soft and thick the snow lay,
Stars danced in the sky.
Not all the lambs of May-day
Skip so bold and high.

Your feet were dancing, Alice,
Seemed to dance on air,
You looked a ghost or angel
In the starlight there.

Your eyes were frosted starlight,
Your heart, fire, and snow.
Who was it said 'I love you? '

Alice: Mother, let me go!

Comments about A Frosty Night

my college my favourite poem
our eyes were frosted starlight, Your heart, fire, and snow. Who was it said 'I love you? ' A nice poem. on mother. 10++
Wonderful dialogue between mother and the daughter with suspicion and love in their respective hearts.
Seemed to dance on air, You looked a ghost or angel In the starlight there. Wow great. Thanks poet for the sharing. 10
Your eyes were frosted starlight, Your heart, fire, and snow. Who was it said 'I love you? ' Please continue this a bit longer, won't you dear poet? 10+ for it.


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