THE Messed Damozel leaned out From the gold cube of Heav'n; There were three cubes within her hands, And the cubes in her hair were seven; I looked, and looked, and looked, and looked -- I could not see her, even. Her robe, a cube from clasp to hem, Was moderately clear; Methought I saw two cubic eyes, When I had looked a year; But when I turned to tell the world, Those eyes did disappear! It was the rampart of some house That she was standing on; That much, at least, was plain to me As her I gazed upon; But even as I gazed, alas! The rampart, too, was gone! (I saw her smile!) Oh, no, I didn't, Though long mine eyes did stare; The cubes closed down and shut her out; I wept in deep despair; But this I know, and know full well -- @3She simply wasn't there!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DINKEY-BIRD by EUGENE FIELD THE SONG OF AMORGEN by AMORGEN; AMERGIN GLUINGEI; SAY NO MORE OF ME by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD AN EMISSARY TO HEAVEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNET OF LIFE by ERNEST BENSHIMOL THE ANT-HEAP by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: I WILL SMILE NO MORE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |