YOU ploughman at the gate, All that you are for me Is of my mind create, And in my brain to be A figure newly won From the world's confusion. And if you are of grace, That's honesty for me, And if of evil face, Recorded then shall be Dishonour that I saw Not beauty, but the flaw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENGLISH GRAVEYARD IN MALACCA by KAREN SWENSON BITTER-SWEET: CRADLE SONG [OR, BABYHOOD] by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND WINTER EVENING by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN SONGS OF TRAVEL: 1. THE VAGABOND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THREE GUESTS by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: GEMMA'S SPRING SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |