There was a feather of a wind For youth and me who never sinned. There was a dream in high-cocked hat ... A star-tail swinging to my mat. There was a world within my eye, And love, in lace and plume, to die. All this for youth and me, but now Thorns of experience scar my brow. The wind ... a gale of icy thrust -- The dream ... long crumbled into dust The star-tail ... ragged, sharp-edged, curled, And my eye blinded by the world. But O, love, wearing plume and lace Has kept my faith safely in place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRICE OF WOMEN by KAREN SWENSON MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER THOUGHTS WHILE PACKING A TRUNK by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PRAYER FOR THIS HOUSE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |