LO, how the woman once was woo'd: Forth leapt the savage from his lair, And fell'd her, and to nuptials rude He dragg'd her, bleeding, by the hair. From that to Chloe's dainty wiles And Portia's dignified consent, What distance! But these Pagan styles How far below Time's fair intent! Siegfried sued Kriemhild. Sweeter life Could Love's self covet? Yet 'tis sung In what rough sort he chid his wife For want of curb upon her tongue! Shall Love, where last I leave him, halt? Nay; none can fancy or foresee To how strange bliss may time exalt This nursling of civility. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSEKEEPER by ROBERT FROST HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: THE MARSHES OF GLYNN by SIDNEY LANIER IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL A SONG OF PANAMA by ALFRED DAMON RUNYON THE GIRL'S LAMENTATION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM IN YOUR ABSENCE by ELIZABETH BAXTER THE NEW MOON by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |