"WHO are you that so strangely woke, And raised a fine hand?" @3Poverty wears a scarlet cloke In my land.@1 "Duchies of dreamland, emerald, rose Lie at your command?" @3Poverty like a princess goes In my land.@1 "Wherefore the mask of silken lace Tied with a golden band?" @3Poverty walks with wanton grace In my land.@1 "Why do you softly, richly speak Rhythm so sweetly-scanned?" @3Poverty hath the Gaelic and Greek In my land.@1 "There's a far-off scent about you seems Born in Samarkand." @3Poverty hath luxurious dreams In my land.@1 "You have wounds that like passion-flowers you hide: I cannot understand." @3Poverty hath one name with Pride In my land.@1 "Oh! Will you draw your last sad breath 'Mid bitter bent and sand?" @3Poverty begs from none but Death In my land.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (2) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE BEST MEMORIAL by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS A FAIRY TALE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |