Nor shalt thou hold our women. Their grey eyes, Filled with the grey shine of the sea that stems Our shore and all the golden sand-line hems, Smile at thy visions of blue deathless skies.— Rest thou content at home if thou be wise, And bathe white feet in Jordan, not in Thames; And seek the heavenly rubied diadems, But not the crowns our womanhood supplies. No great pure English woman-heart is thine.— Thou hast thy maidens,—and they are most fair, With Eastern brown eyes and the Eastern hair, Born in the sultry land of fig and vine: Thou art the rightful lord and ruler there: Thou rulest not the land of oak and pine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TRANSFORMATIONS by THOMAS HARDY PALINGENESIS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE COLOSSI OF THE PLAIN by MATHILDE BLIND A PALIMPSEST by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |