THE river widens to a pathless sea Beneath the rain and mist and sullen skies. Look out the window; 't is a gray emprise, This piloting of massed humanity On such a day, from shore to busy shore, And breeds the thought that beauty is no more. But see yon woman in the cabin seat, The Southland in her face and foreign dress; She bends above a babe, with tenderness That mothers use; her mouth grows soft and sweet. Then, lifting eyes, ye saints in heaven, what pain In that strange look of hers into the rain! There lies a vivid band of scarlet red With careless grace across her raven hair; Her cheek burns brown; and 't is her way to wear A gown where colors stand in satin's stead. Her eye gleams dark as any you may see Along the winding roads of Italy. What dreamings must be hers of sunny climes, This beggar woman midst the draggled throng! How must she pine for solaces of song, For warmth and love to furnish laughing-times! Her every glance upon the waters gray Is piteous with some lost yesterday. I've seen a dove, storm-beaten, far at sea; And once a flower growing stark alone From out a rock; I've heard a hound make moan, Left masterless: but never coma to me Ere this such sense of creatures torn apart From all that fondles life and feeds the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON MOTHERHOOD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 69. AUTUMN IDLENESS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |