I MIND me of a woman that I knew, A shadow-woman, pale and drab and small— The caravan of Life had passed her by, And as it passed had touched her not at all. She went among us almost as a ghost Who did but peer in, through a pane, at Life; Its melody and madness moved her not— She had no place, not even in its strife. Too quietly she went for Youth and Love, Too soberly to feel Adventure's stir; Death could not touch her whom Life had ignored— And so, not even grief companioned her. We spoke one day about the bitter grief That bowed another woman—of the dead Whom she so wildly missed, so madly mourned ... "I envy her!" the pale drab woman said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILD SWANS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNET: 1 by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY WERE IT ONLY NOW by A. W. BELL PINE-TREE KIN by ANNE MILLAY BREMER LA SAISIAZ: PROLOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING REFLECTIONS ON MY OWN SITUATION, WRITTEN IN T-TT-NGST-NE HOUSE by ANN CANDLER |