In broad brocades, three laughing ladies sat, Hand in white hand, and marygold-girt head To warm white throat; their cheeks encrimsoned; And from their lips intent, the waifs of chat Went twittering o'er the daisied terrace-plat Of Love's delights what time they might be wed; Then Love came by the marygold's bright bed A gay court poet, peacock-plume in hat. With soft hand feeling down his slender thigh, Where dangling hung his deadly chorded lute, He 'gan recite of Tristram and Yseut: For whose sad loves the silenced dames thereby, In tears forgot their lords long due from chase; -- And Poesy had stolen all love's space. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL DUSK IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE |