I said: for ever and for ever, must I follow you through the stones? I catch at you -- you lurch: you are quicker than my hand-grasp. I wondered at you. I shouted -- dear -- mysterious -- beautiful -- white myrtle-flesh. I was splintered and torn: the hill-path mounted swifter than my feet. Could a daemon avenge this hurt, I would cry to him -- could a ghost, I would shout -- O evil, follow this god, taunt him with his evil and his vice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTER-ATTACK by SIEGFRIED SASSOON CHARACTERS: SARAH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FOOD OF THE SOUL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ELEGY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ABNEGATION by KATHARINE BROWN BURT LOVERS AND SWEETHEARTS by PHOEBE CARY |