They have shaved his head In ugliness to dress him; They were full of dread, And jealous to possess him. Black as night, and bright As dawn, until his shaving, Now he's lost his night, Thank God his dawn still saving! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA; A DRAMATIC POEM by MATTHEW ARNOLD WILLIAM AND HELEN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN THE LAST MAN: RECEPTION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO HIS DEAR FRIEND MR. JOHN EMELY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (3) by THOMAS CAREW |