Theodore Russell Weiss
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A Gothic Tale
Framed by our window, skaters, winding
in and out the wind, as water reeling
so kept in motion, on a well-honed
edge spin out a gilded ceiling.
Fish, reflecting glow for glow,
saints around the sun, are frozen
with amazement just one pane below.
Skates flash like stars, so madly
whirling one can hardly tell which
is sky and which the watery floor ...
one night two straitlaced couples,
a footman over them, rode out
in a dappled-horse-drawn sleigh
onto the river, a moonlit lark.
The ice broke and they—sleigh, ...