HE who tore me from the earth choked graveward in despair; He who stabbed his mate for me, hemp got him by the throat! She who paid with lovely limbs to buy me for her hair Huddles in the rubbish at the bottom of the moat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT METAMORPHOSES: BOOK 8. BAUCIS AND PHILEMON by PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FOR THE MASTER'S SAKE by MINNIE MASON BEEBE |