Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, I made speech: "Who art thou?" But she, like the others, Kept cowled her face, And answered in haste, anxiously, "I am good deed, forsooth; "You have often seen me." "Not uncowled," I made reply. And with rash and strong hand, Though she resisted, I drew away the veil And gazed at the features of Vanity. She, shamefaced, went on; And after I had mused a time, I said of myself, "Fool!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY SONNET: 12 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PENTUCKET [AUGUST 29, 1708] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CLINGING VINE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON AUGUST SUNSET OVER LAKE CHAMPLAIN by FRANK A. BALCH DEJECTION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FOUNTAIN OF PITY by HENRY BATAILLE |