The Rose did caper on her cheek —
Her Bodice rose and fell —
Her pretty speech — like drunken men —
Did stagger pitiful —
Her fingers fumbled at her work —
Her needle would not go —
What ailed so smart a little Maid —
It puzzled me to know —
Till opposite — I spied a cheek
That bore another Rose —
Just opposite — Another speech
That like the Drunkard goes —
A Vest that like her Bodice, danced —
To the immortal tune —
Till those two troubled — little Clocks
Ticked softly into one.
two red candles are burning silengly as if they are whispering with their staggering blaze?when burned out,their time is over and ticks into one same immortality.
The theme of this poem is simply: In the first two stanzas, a girl is described as a mentally and physically nervous or worried wreck. The speaker can’t figure out what’s going on, then the speaker sees a boy with the same symptoms and realizes that the two are in love.
The shyness of young love.
I love this poem