A Moment

The clouds had made a crimson crown 
  About the mountains high. 
The stormy sun was going down 
  In a stormy sky. 
 
Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, 
  And hold your breath between? 
In all the ages this can never be 
  As if it had not been. 
 
Credit

This poem is in the Public Domain.

About this Poem

“A Moment” was published in A Book of Women’s Verse, edited by J. C. Squire (Clarendon Press, 1921).