Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EXILE, by WINIFRED WELLES First Line: I have made grief a gorgeous, queenly thing Last Line: Disrobed, bereft, an outcast in the sun. Alternate Author Name(s): Shearer, Harold H., Mrs. Subject(s): Melancholy; Dejection | ||||||||
I have made grief a gorgeous, queenly thing, And worn my melancholy with an air. My tears were big as stars to deck my hair, My silence stunning as a sapphire ring. Oh, more than any light the dark could fling A glamour over me to make me rare, Better than any color I could wear The pearly grandeur that the shadows bring. What is there left to joy for such as I? What throne can dawn upraise for me who found The dusk so royal and so rich a one? Laughter will whirl and whistle on the sky -- Far from this riot I shall stand uncrowned, Disrobed, bereft, an outcast in the sun. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF THE LADIES OF OLDEN TIMES by FRANCOIS VILLON THE FOUR HUMOURS by RAFAEL CAMPO DEJECTION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE MELANCHOLIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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