THIS is the self-same Gilded Inn Where oft I waited wearily, But you -- you had your tango tea, And love was slaughtered for a spin. Another, in apparel gay, Holds hands now and sips mint with me, And you may dance your tango tea, Like Herod's wife, till Judgment Day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE THE PICNIC WAS by THOMAS HARDY PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 83. YA MALIK by EDWIN ARNOLD THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 3. LOVE CALL by WILLIAM A. BEATTY INCOGNITA IN THE TEMPLE OF THESEUS by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN |