What work is going on down underground, Without a sound -- without the faintest sound! The worms have found the place where Beauty lies, And, entering into her two sparkling eyes, Have dug their diamonds up; her soft breasts that Had roses without thorns, are now laid flat; They find a nest more comfortable there, Than any bird could make, in her long hair; Where they can teach their young, from thread to thread, To leap on her white body, from her head. This work is going on down underground, Without a sound -- without the faintest sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISCORDANTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN LORD, HEAR MY PRAYER; A PARAPHRASE OF THE 102ND PSALM by JOHN CLARE SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON A LEGEND OF BREGENZ by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE WOODSPURGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |