"Strength shall be thrust to the Eater And down to the Strong One, sweet." Was ever a proverb neater, A phrasing more apt or meeter To fix on our Course-Completer As we end Life's beat? You'll decorate quite the scarlet And secret hall of his tongue, With your clasped hands marble and stilly And your face like a frozen lily, For Death is a luscious varlet And likes maids young. So there's the end of it, Nelly, Of you and your purple hat. And I, your impotent Shelley, With czars and pariahs smelly, Shall tapestry well his belly, That grey, round Rat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU CINQUAIN: SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY A CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LINCOLN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE CROSS OF SNOW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TRANSFIGURATION by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT |