We found him first as in the dells of May The dreaming damsel finds the earliest flower; Thoughtless we wandered in the evening hour; Aimless and pleased we went our random way: In the foot-haunted city in the night, Among the alternate lamps, we went and came Till, like a humourous thunderbolt, that name, The hated name of BRASH, assailed our sight. We saw, we paused, we entered, seeking gin. His wrath, like a huge breaker on the beach, Broke instant forth. He on the counter beat In his infantile fury; and his feet Danced impotent wrath upon the floor within. Still as we fled, we heard his idiot screech | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER by RUPERT BROOKE IN THE VANGUARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE MYSTIC CIRCLE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN WORK AND CONTEMPLATION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MY COUSIN ANNE BODHAM, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A PURSE by WILLIAM COWPER DAISY SWAIN, THE FLOWER OF SHENANDOAH; A TALE OF THE REBELLION: 10 by JOHN M. DAGNALL |