Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR LADY OF CHANGE, by BERTON BRALEY Poet's Biography First Line: Sometimes she's a merry young hoyden Last Line: And so I shall do till I die! Subject(s): Love - Beginnings | ||||||||
Sometimes she's a merry young hoyden, A madcapfair brimming with fun Till sudden she shifts in her fancy and lifts The sober gray eyes of a Nun; Her moods are as wayward as winds are, They change like the leaping of flame, And for all of the grace of her form and her face, She's never exactly the same! Sometimes she's a priestess and sibyl With eyes that are brooding and sad, Or a gypsy girl fair with a rose in her hair, Or the laughing young Love of a lad, Sometimes she's Our Lady of Sorrows Who's drunken of life to the lees, Or a will-o'-the-wisp just as light as the lisp Of the leaves of the whispering trees. I've found her as true as a mother, I've known her as false as a jade, As proud and serene as a panoplied queen, As simple and sweet as a maid So here's to My Lady Adventure Whose magic I may not defy, By hill and by hollow her footsteps I follow, And so I shall do till I die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I MIGHT GO TO THE NEXT FOOTBALL GAME by DENIS JOHNSON THE POOL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON COZY APOLOGIA; FOR FRED by RITA DOVE YOU NOW HOLDING THIS BOOK IN HAND by ALICE NOTLEY FALLING IN LOVE IN SPAIN OR MEXICO by RON PADGETT WHEN LOVE WAS BORN by SARA TEASDALE |
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