WHAT have you in your apron wrapped? Your face is fell with fright; Your shadow hurries to catch you up, Across the blank moonlight. Why is your maid so white and wan? What makes her so alert? Why with her hands does she fumble thus And wipe them on her skirt? Ill to be borne your burden seems, You fetch your breath so short; Why do your eyes shine brighter far Than, for the moon, they ought? You take less heed of what you pass Than one who walks in a dream; The thing you hide so fills you out, A woman with child you seem. You take a turn, the town you see, Your feet to run begin; Is yours the strength which makes so strong The supple thews of sin? Why beat you now with naked hands? On the gate they make no sound; Your knuckles bleed; ah! your force fails; You drop upon the ground. Now you are raised upon your feet And pulled within the town; Wild light from flickering flames falls full Upon your bloody gown; Your throat is thrilled, your tongue is thick, And triumph turns your lip; As men tumultuous throng you round, Each girds a sword to his hip: But now by your imperious cries Were they roused up from bed; Now, high above your head, your hands Hold Holofernes' head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE CHAUCERS WORDES UNTO ADAM, HIS OWN SCRIVEYN by GEOFFREY CHAUCER WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON CITY TREES by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO SCIENCE; SONNET by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE MORAL WARFARE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |