I held the frail cup carefully -- My timid soul was bare -- I had distilled so prayerfully The wine I sought to share. Your lips defiled the sacrament; A laugh of evil glee Disfigured every lineament In shocking raillery. You dropped the cup disdainfully And stepped outside. My sore Bewildered heart surged painfully; I softly closed the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMMON DUST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SETTLER: AMERICA IN THE MAKING by ALFRED BILLINGS STREET GUINEVERE TO LANCELOT by ROBERT BATSON END AND BEGINNING by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 104 by BLISS CARMAN TEACH US TO WAIT! by PHOEBE CARY |