Verse > Anthologies > The World’s Best Poetry > Vol. II. Love
Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love.  1904.
I. Admiration
Her Guitar
Frank Dempster Sherman (1860–1916)
BY the fire that loves to tint her
  Cheeks the color of a rose,
While the wanton winds of winter
  Lose the landscape in the snows,—
While the air grows keen and bitter,        5
  And the clean-cut silver stars
Tremble in the cold and glitter
  Through the twilight’s dusky bars,—
In a cosey room where lingers
  Happy Time on folded wings,        10
I am watching five white fingers
  Float across six slender strings
Of an old guitar, held lightly,—
  Captivated while she sets,
Here and there, five others tightly        15
          On the frets.
Lost in loving contemplation
  Of the fair, shy, girlish face
Conscious of no admiration,
  Posed with such a charming grace        20
O’er this instrument some Spanish
  Serenader used to keep
Hidden till the sun would vanish
  And the birds were fast asleep;
Who, below his loved one’s casement,        25
  With the mellow Southern moon
Through a leafy interlacement
  Shining softly, thrummed a tune:
Did she answer it, I wonder?
  Did she frame a sweet reply?        30
Did she grant the wish made under
          Such a sky?
This I know, if she had listened
  To the melody I ’ve heard,
Mute confessions must have glistened        35
  In her eyes at every word;
And the very stars above her
  Must have whispered, one by one,
Something sentimental of her
  When the serenade was done.        40
For this music has but ended,
  And I leave my dreams to find
With the notes are somehow blended
  Like confessions of my mind;
And the gentle girl who guesses        45
  What these broken secrets are,
Is the one whose arm caresses
          This guitar.

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