IF any man drew near When I was young, I thought, 'He holds her dear,' And shook with hate and fear. But O! 'twas bitter wrong If he could pass her by With an indifferent eye. Whereon I wrote and wrought, And now, being grey, I dream that I have brought To such a pitch my thought That coming time can say, 'He shadowed in a glass What thing her body was.' For she had fiery blood When I was young, And trod so sweetly proud As 'twere upon a cloud, A woman Homer sung, That life and letters seem But an heroic dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURIOSITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27 FEB. 1867 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE ROSE'S MESSAGE by MARY WINCHESTER ABBOTT COURAGE THAT OVERCOMES by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN |