I will not dance! I say I will not dance. Your audience! Pah! Let them go home again, Sleek, ugly pigs! Am I to hop and prance As long as they will pay! And posture for their eyes! And lay My womanhood before them! Let them drain Their porter-pots and snuffle -- I'll not stay! For he is dead! I tell you he is dead! My God, did you not hear me say it Twice already? I held his groaning head In these remembering arms; And cursed the charm That could not stop his going. Must I bay it Like a dog to you! Quit your alarms! They shout and stamp! Then, let them shout and stamp, Those booted hogs and lechers! I'm away To sit beside my dead! O God! You tramp Upon me, too; and twine More sorrows round me than are mine. With holy unconcern ... Don't bar my way! I'm going to my dead ...! Ah, stamping swine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISIONARY by EMILY JANE BRONTE TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA by ROBERT BROWNING THE MARCH INTO VIRGINIA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE CLINGING VINE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE LAY OF THE LEVITE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE!; A LEGEND OF PALESTINE AND -- WEST KENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM APRIL by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT |