II And there was one came reeling from carouse, Hose at his heel, sword trailing through the mire, Brawling a drunken song, and on fire At ducats filch'd in some low gambling-house; And hearing Love from habit drone for hire, Listless with rose-wreath toppling from her brows, Clear from the moonlight, nodding in a drowse In the deep shade of the Cathedral spire, He ran and woke her with a scurvy jest, And closed her to him; and Love laughed out clear Her cruel harlot's laugh; and, hugging, press'd Her dagger in -- and cried: "Thou fool, rot here, Who takest love for lust," and soar'd up sheer, Leaving his life-blood blackening from his breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |