WOMAN! experience might have told me, That all must love thee who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought: But, placed in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to adore thee. Oh memory! thou choicest blessing When join'd with hope, when still possessing; But how much cursed by every lover When hope is fled and passion's over. Woman, that fair and fond deceiver, How prompt are striplings to believe her How throbs the pulse when first we view The eye that rolls in glossy blue, Or sparkles black, or mildly throws A beam from under hazel brows! How quick we credit every oath, And hear her plight the willing troth! Fondly we hope 't will last for aye, When, lo! she changes in a day. This record will for ever stand, 'Woman, thy vows are traced in sand.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |