I saw three women. One was white and tall, Shaped for child-bearing, calm and mother-eyed, With slow, rich limbs and bosom like the fall Of clouds upon a winter mountain-side. And one was golden, with such childlike breast As young Spring turns from hilltops to the sea, With tremulous flanks, and feet that could not rest, Unused to flesh and struggling to be free. While of the third the only certain form Was one like mist, reshaped to each embrace Of memory that found her body warm With hints of earlier trysts and ancient grace. This third I sought, and found a voice that wept In darkness where the others smiled and slept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED WINGS AT DAWN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM T.T. IN COMMENDATION OF THE AUTHOR HIS WORKE by RICHARD BARNFIELD SPIRITUAL WORSHIP by BERNARD BARTON THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |