LET him answer as he will, Or be lightsome as he may, Now nor after shall he say Worn-out words enough to kill, Or to lull down by their craft, Doubt, that was born yesterday, When he lied and when she laughed. Let him find another name For the starlight on the snow, Let him teach her till she know That all seasons are the same, And all sheltered ways are fair,-- Still, wherever she may go, Doubt will have a dwelling there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 10 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LANDSCAPE; TWILIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GROWING OLD by KARLE WILSON BAKER THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |