SHE charged me with having said this and that To another woman long years before, In the very parlour where we sat, - Sat on a night when the endless pour Of rain on the roof and the road below Bent the spring of the spirit more and more.... - So charged she me; and the Cupid's bow Of her mouth was hard, and her eyes, and her face, And her white forefinger lifted slow. Had she done it gently, or shown a trace That not too curiously would she view A folly flown ere her reign had place, A kiss might have closed it. But I knew From the fall of each word, and the pause between, That the curtain would drop upon us two Ere long, in our play of slave and queen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE A LETTER FROM A GIRL TO HER OWN OLD AGE by ALICE MEYNELL JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON PSALME 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THAMES GULLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAUNCH OF A FIRST-RATE; WRITTEN ON WITNESSING THE SPECTACLE, 1840 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |