WOMAN! thoughtless, giddy creature, Laughing, idle, flutt'ring thing: Most uncertain work of nature, Still, like fancy, on the wing. Slave to ev'ry changing passion, Loving, hating, in extreme: Fond of ev'ry foolish fashion, And, at best, a pleasing dream. Lovely-trifle! dear-illusion! Conquering-weakness! wished-for-pain! Man's chief glory and confusion, Of all vanity most vain! Thus, deriding beauty's power, Bevil called it all a cheat; But in less than half an hour Kneeled and whined at Celia's feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by SARA TEASDALE NOW PRECEDENT SONGS, FAREWELL by WALT WHITMAN WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM by BERNARD BARTON |