I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment, Impatient to be rid of it. And lo, as I drew it off over my shoulders This jewel caught in my hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW GARDEN DAYS: 2. NEST EGGS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |