FROM his ruby pavilion Phœbus arose, And looked down from his shining @3first,@1 And the earth at his glance, from her calm repose Into beauty and gladness burst, But the clouds of sorrow he could not chase, Nor the gleaming tears upon Katie's face. On a merry ride to the busy town In my @3first@1 she too surely had reckoned, Disappointed and angry she flung herself down On my @3whole:@1 but alas, in my @3second;@1 So I told her, my @3second@1 you never can be While such haughty tempers so often I see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FAMILIAR DREAM by PAUL VERLAINE FORECLOSURE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE BAY FIGHT by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE by JOHN DONNE STABAT MATER DOLOROSA by JACOPONE DA TODI EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING |