O THOU who wert seated ahead of This bard on an Avenue bus, Thy beauty is such as I've read of, O'er which I could make quite a fuss. Thou travelledst yesterday morning, I deemed thee considerable queen; A veil, and a black one, adorning Thy beautiful bean. Though dreadful was I to distress thee, So meek, inarticulate, shy This bard that I feared to address thee, To risk an indignant reply. And yet, as I sat in repentance And felt on my features thy veil, I struggled to frame thee a sentence, And struggled to fail. But here in the calm and the quiet, When all is inspiringly still, I rather imagine I'll try it. ... I shall. I'll go further. ... I will. O lady accoutred and geared with That veil, for thy pardon thy sue: I feared that my face interfered with Thy veil as it blew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LADY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PIRATE STORY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE WIND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN THE CAUTIOUS HOUSEHOLDER by ANAXILAS MY ANGUISH by INNOKENTI FYODOROVICH ANNENSKY |