I could live riotously From sun to sun; I could walk the broad, free path -- Shun the narrow one. I could snatch with ruthless hand All that comes my way -- Were it right or were it wrong -- It were mine to pay. I could arm my woman's wit With a sword of flame, Match my skill with Satan In a subtle game -- @3Yet, here I lie as white and still As moonlight on a frosted sill.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |