Beside a fountain's spurting trumpeter A large white-throated lady lean'd and flung Her long-sleeved arms above her dulcimer, And quick the glib notes ran along her tongue, Like rose and fruit. "@3Ah bitter love!@1" she sung; Then lustily: "@3Sweet Death, the comforter!@1" It chanced that Love, the garden slopes among, Came like the palmer, Death, and look'd at her. The lady swoon'd amid her stiff brocades, And wept amain, though Love laugh'd low and sweet. She call'd on Love, but Love with rapid feet Pass'd out amid the sombre laurel-shades, Unto the chamber of her nooning maids, And bade them broider at her winding-sheet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL |