Crowned with silver braids -- her evening dress, Of tinted lace, designed with modesty -- Her noble brow and gentle loveliness Portray a queen in all her majesty. With hand laid gracefully on eager arm She walks in perfect step beside her king: Who sees, beholds a rapturous mystic charm -- The gift of time for sweet remembering. Her hair is neither young nor old Nor long nor short. She is not bold Although her cocktail gown is bright, Revealing -- her manner light. She seems to say, with head askew, "Oh, I will tag along with you," And trips quite gaily by his side -- Her man, with military stride. Without a conscious cause for fear She clings and holds her captive near And takes a drink with him for "pep" -- To jazz alone, they are in step. At dawn, his feet are lagging as he walks; Her vanquished mien reveals a sensed defeat: Who sees, beholds the modern ghost that stalks And casts its shade wherever lifestreams meet -- For she will rock a cradle with those feet And rock it to a military beat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPELL OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE PRINCE ALDFRITH'S ITINERARY THROUGH IRELAND by ALDFRITH SOURCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, MASTER SHAKERLY MARMION, UPON CUPID AND PSYCHE by RICHARD BROME |