How strange that you, whose world was always one Of teeming forests and of wing-filled skies, Of quivering silence, splintered by a gun, And the belled sweetness of a dog's quick cries, Should give your valiant heart into the care Of one whose strength a field mouse would disdain, Whose heart, more timid than a hunted hare, Shrinks in a hole beneath your fearsome plane -- It is as if Orion, by some freak, (Sirius barking vainly by his side) Should overlook the Pleiades, and seek A star of faint degree to be his bride; And so I live in fear, lest once again Diana may recall you to her train. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CHAM TOWERS AT DA NANG by KAREN SWENSON ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT IN A GARRET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THY DREAMS OMINOUS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |