It is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies, But for all that I have seen you on a high, white, noble horse, Like some strange queen in a story. It is odd that you should be covered with long robes and trailing tendrils and flowers; It is odd that you should be changing your face and resembling some other woman to plague me; It is odd that you should be hiding yourself In the cloud of beautiful women who do not concern me. And I, who follow every seed-leaf upon the wind? You will say that I deserve this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEAST OF BURDEN by MARIANNE MOORE ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW THE OLD WOMAN by JOSEPH CAMPBELL HUNTING SONG, FR. ZAPOLYA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE KILLED AT THE FORD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE BODY AND SOUL by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI |