I MADE a garment of kisses For her lips and eyes; The garment was woven From a fount of sighs -- And she'll wear my garment Until one day dies. Then will she toss it away And another shall bring Her silks and a high name And a costly ring Such as no bard or seer Ever could bring. And when she grows tired Of the prince and his play She'll hunt for that garment Which she tossed away -- The garment of kisses I wove her that day. But she will not find it Wherever she searches -- Down the cool aisles Of the high, pillared churches, Or out where the wild rain Lashes the birches. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR |