WHY are ye wandering aye 'twixt porch and porch, Thou and thy fellow -- when the pale stars fade At dawn, and when the glowworm lights her torch, O Beadle of the Burlington Arcade? -- Who asketh why the Beautiful was made? A wan cloud drifting o'er the waste of blue, The thistledown that floats above the glade, The lilac-blooms of April -- fair to view, And naught but fair are these; and such, I ween, are you. Yes, ye are beautiful. The young street boys Joy in your beauty. Are ye there to bar Their pathway to that paradise of toys, Ribbons and rings? Who'll blame ye if ye are? Surely no shrill and clattering crowd should mar The dim aisle's stillness, where in noon's midglow Trip fair-hair'd girls to boot-shop or bazaar; Where, at soft eve, serenely to and fro The sweet boy-graduates walk, nor deem the pastime slow. And O! forgive me, Beadles, if I paid Scant tribute to your worth, when first ye stood Before me robed in broadcloth and brocade And all the nameless grace of Beadlehood! I would not smile at ye -- if smile I could Now as erewhile, ere I had learn'd to sigh: Ah, no! I know ye beautiful and good, And evermore will pause as I pass by, And gaze, and gazing think, how base a thing am I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY REMINDER by INDRAN AMIRTHANAYAGAM EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 5. THE EXILE by ALBERTA BANCROFT LEMNISCUS AD COLUMNAM S. SIMEONIS STYLITAE APPENSUS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE UNKNOWN QUANTITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |