I am frightened Master, quivering with fear Half nude before the gloom bed, for one Persephone the moon wrested and won Against the black leaves and lo, she was here! And she looked weary and foredone With heaviness as seeming to have tried Many welcomes who once more in her ride Through the green host flees the pursuing sun. But oh she was strange with me and not near, Smooth browed as once, but glimpsed me up sliteyed And vanished silent. There was bitter pride Writ in her features! Come to me Master! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM HYMN: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES FORMERLY A SLAVE' (AN IDEALIZED PORTRAIT, BY E. VEDDER) by HERMAN MELVILLE SONG OF THE WHITE COMPANY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE LIFE'S PATTERN by VERDA BORISFIELD EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT, LATE POET AND SHOEMAKER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |