No, no. Guard thee. Get thee gone. Not that way. See; the louring clouds glide on, Skirting West to South; and see, The green light under that sycamore tree -- Not that way. There the leaden trumpets blow, Solemn and slow. There the everlasting walls Frown above the waterfalls Silver and cold; Timelessly old: Not that way. Not toward Death, who, stranger, fairer, Than any siren turns his head -- Than sea-couched siren, arched with rainbows, Where knell the waves of her ocean bed. Alas, that beauty hangs her flowers For lure of his demoniac powers: Alas, that from these eyes should dart Such piercing summons to thy heart; That mine in frenzy of longing beats, Still lusting for these gross deceits. Not that way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH YOU ARE COMING by SARA TEASDALE MARIANNE MOORE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE PRAYER OF AGASSIZ by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER OUR BIRTH-CORD by KOFI ANYIDOHO BEFORE AND AFTER by OLIVER MADOX BROWN VESPERS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 42 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |