I loved a man; he was to me The one ideal, and like a fool I idolized this perfect man. And then one day I woke and found My idol with the loving arms And smiling eyes had feet of clay! It could not be! The world was dark, I crept apart, I wept alone, And then the dear man smiled at me. What mattered then the feet of clay When circling arms enfolded me And laughing eyes caressed again? My sky was blue! The long years through Enduring, strong, our love shall stand, Because he knew and understood That underneath my trailing gown Are clay feet, too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAMER by SHAEMAS O'SHEEL TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE WOODSPURGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FLANDERS NOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FIDO: AN EPISTLE TO FIDELIA by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |