ABSALOM! Absalom! Put back thy fragrant hair! Loud is the city's hum. Why dost thy linger there To set soft hearts on fire? That thou may'st reign and be What mainly men desire What best it liketh there? Hark to the City's hum, Absalom, Absalom! Absalom, Absalom! Canst thou not clearer see The thronging forms that came Beneath the branching tree? The green ways of the wood, And dropping from the dart The small dull pool of blood That drains the traitorous heart? See the dim forms that come, Absalom, Absalom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR THEY PRAISE THE SUN by JOHN CROWE RANSOM JOHANNA PEDERSEN by KAREN SWENSON SLEEPLESS NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE THE PHANTOM-LOVER [OR, WOOER] by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |