"Sweet lavender—pray who will buy?" The rush of humans hurry on Though none but hears that troubled sigh With sorrow's imprint thereupon. Poor little Virgin! None now heeds Your tragic eyes' appeal for aid, No beggar's blessing do they seek (Yet incense at your shrine is laid). You are an outcast as of old These fools know not your holy face, Ah, human hearts are hard and cold! Madonna of the Marketplace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO THE LEANAN SIDHE (FAIRY MUSE) by THOMAS BOYD TO THE WINGED VICTORY by MARGARET ELLIS BROWN SEND FORTH THE VOICE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON A CORNELIAN HEART WHICH WAS BROKEN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |